Querida Familia y Amigos,
Well, this week. I don't think a lot happened. There were a lot of cows. A lot of doors knocked on. Not a lot of doors opened. This is what missions are often like.
And yet I still never want it to end. (:
We had a really cool experience this week, though. Love these moments. (: We had about half an hour before we had to be home, and we were only in Ferndale, so it wouldn't take that long to travel. We were unsure what to do, as we had already gone through all of our plans and backups, and nobody answered the door, so we were hesitantly heading back to Lynden, praying for inspiration. We passed a sneaky trailer park that I didn't see, and a few minutes later, Hermana Hubner mentioned it and asked if maybe we should have gone and knocked a few doors. We stopped in the middle of the road (in the middle of no where, don't worry, there were no other cars), and sat there for a moment, pondering and listening intently for the Spirit to tell us where to go. After a minute, we discussed what we felt. We didn't feel like we should go back to the trailer park. So we continued driving, a little worried now that we'd have to be disobedient and go in early, but we both strongly felt that it wouldn't be bad if we went to the park, but that it wasn't what we needed to do.
We drove past fields and fields or berries and cows in silence, praying for direction. We entered Lynden and were getting a little anxious, who on earth could we see? There aren't a lot of hispanics in Lynden. We're driving along Grover, and I was reviewing in my mind the roads we would take to get home. I recalled that there was a former I had visited once with Hermana LeBaron on the way, but I dismissed the thought; he was a Jehovah's Witness and just wanted to Bible bash. I reviewed someone the route we would take home, and I kept coming back to him, though I couldn't remember his name. I finally spoke up, saying I didn't know if it was the best thing to do, but I did know someone we could visit. I told Hermana Hubner relatively where he lived, because I couldn't remember exactly, and she smiled this cute little crooked smile she does sometimes, but didn't say anything, just asked questions to make sure she was going the right way.
We're going down the road, and I point out his house, and she gets really excited. She told me she'd never met the people that lived there, but she was reading about them in the area book recently, and she really felt like we needed to see them tonight. We say a prayer, then knock on the door. The woman that answered was really happy to see us. She said it was late, so we'd have to come by another day (which was fine, because it would be nine o'clock by the time we got home after talking to her), but she really wanted her daughter and granddaughter to learn, so she said she'd invite them over and we could come over another day and teach them, now that she was divorced and her husband couldn't keep her from really learning more.
I know that the Lord answers our prayers. I know that He is preparing His children, so that when the time is right for them, they will be ready to accept the gospel. I know that we really do have the gospel of Jesus Christ restored on the earth again, and that the fullness thereof can only be found in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I know that the things I (try to) teach every day are true, without a doubt. I have taught a lot of people on my mission, helped build a lot of testimonies, but the most important one I worked on was mine.
I also know that missionaries are supes awkward when they return. I used to not understand and maybe laugh at them a bit. I swore I would not be return missionary awkward when I returned from my mission. Well, I saw a friend from home the other day. I gave her some boxes to take back to my house so I wouldn't have to send them, because she was going back to Utah anyway. We tried to talk for a while. What I mean by that is that she talked for a while, and I felt really awkward. I tried to keep up conversation enough so that it wouldn't feel like I was using her, but it was hard. Missionaries are really awkward. I could talk to you about the scriptures and what I learned in personal study all day long, or how important the Atonement is. You want to talk about Doctor Who and people that are married and plans for the future? I will try my best, but I don't really know how anymore. So, moral of the story, when I return in three years (don't be confused or burst my bubble, that's what I have to tell myself lately to keep from crying), I will be super awkward. I am only sorry for you, that you have to suffer return missionary awkwardness, I am actually quite pleased with this growth I have achieved.
Pues, I love you all!
Hermana Miller
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Hermana Hubner made this. Don't be jealous that I have the coolest companion ever. #10thCommandment
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