So, transfers. I got transferred back to Lynnwood on bike... and in English. No more Spanish (hopefully just this transfer).
I have the BEST companion. Her name is Sister Mahoni, and she's Tongan, but was raised in Hawaii. Her dad is from New Zealand, and her mom is from the Cook Islands and Tonga.
This transfer has been pretty interesting. I've had a member dinner every night. It's crazy! Who knew members actually wanted missionaries over for dinner! We often also have text conversations that go like this:
Member: Hey sisters! I was just wondering if you had a dinner tonight, because if not, we would love to have you over!
Us: Oh hey, (member)! We do actually have a dinner tonight, sorry! But the next night we don't have a dinner set up is (some day in November) if you'd like to feed us them. (:
What?! This is a whole new world. I feel like I was transferred to a whole different mission, so when people ask how long I've been out, I always want to say, "Oh, I'm new," but before I can, Hermana Mahoni jumps in and says, "She's been Spanish speaking the last 11 months!" Then they're like, "Wow, you're almost done! You've been out so long!" and stuff like that. Then I feel really weird like, "No, I swear I have more that 7 months left, because seven months is like no time at all, and I am not going home soon, because I just got here."
Then when I'm asked to pray, I try to do it in English (so they'll understand), and it feels so awkward in my mouth. I pray in Spanish in the apartment, though.
At dinner last night, they were like, "Sister Miller, pray in Spanish," and I was like, "Okay!" and I did, then their son, sooo cute, kept telling me all the Spanish he knew during dinner. Then afterward, he was like, "If they HAVE to leave, she has to pray again! Otherwise, they can't leave!"
My first dinner, we had legit Tongan food. Some of it was good (I don't know what that stuff was called), but the Tapioca and bananas were bland. This ward is so diverse. Tongans, Fijians, Koreans, Hawaiians, people from Nepal, Switzerland, Ethiopia, and then, of course, the white people.
We had a lesson with a new investigator the other day named Vida, and she's from Ghana. She was so awesome! She wants to be baptized, and she wants her 11 year old daughter to be baptized, too.
Then we went to go see this guy named Tony (a former). We send out a scripture every night, and he'd been responding lately like, "Thank you, I really needed to hear that." So we stopped by to see him, shared my favorite scripture, and he looooved it. The spirit was so strong as we testified to him, and he wants to start learning again.
Then the next day, a member called, and she was like, "I don't like that you girls are walking all over Lynnwood just because Sister Miller hasn't gotten a bike yet." (because the sister here before took her bike with her, and in Everett, the elders had been 3 packing, and one of the elders returned from his mission, so they just had an extra (but slightly broken) bike sitting in their apartment, and we were waiting for a member from up there to bring it to me)
So Sister Smith (that awesome member) took us out and BOUGHT ME A BIKE. She is fantastic! I had no idea members did stuff like that! I don't know that it's a very good missionary bike, decorations wise, but it's great. It's a cruiser bike, haha, with Hawaiian flowers and a Hawaiian looking cup holder on it. But it has seven gears and fenders, which was all I was looking for, but this awesome member was like, "No, it always has to be 24 inches, because you are a young lady, wearing a skirt all day every day, and you should not have to life your leg any higher than that to get on your bike that you shouldn't even have to have because sisters should have cars." So this bike was the only one that fit all her requirements.
I LOVE MEMBERS. And they come to lessons a lot. That's new, too.
Mm.... I think this is all. Our members are awesome, our investigators are solid, things are great.
The only downside is that being English speaking makes me feel like I'm back home, which freaks me out because I am a missionary for life.
This other awesome member, she gave us Boeing scarves from the first Boeing flight that apparently only Boeing workers have!! :D Also, she told me that sisters, when they return from their missions, if they're not married in a year, they can go back on a mission if they want.
MISSIONARY FOR LIFE!! :D
We're also planning a luau. It's super cool.
Seester Meeller.
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