Was I never not a missionary? Will I ever be not a
missionary? It doesn't feel like it. This is just ME.
Yesterday two sisters that served here were back for a visit
after their missions. It was so weird to see them again and have them introduce
themselves as their first names. And I could see their knees! And they didn't
have nametags on! It was a strange experience. They are living regular life...
what is that? Ahhhhhh.
Anyway, we had a good week. I went on my first exchange as a
sister training leader, and it went really well. It's crazy how when you are
called to serve someone, your love for them automatically multiplies. I love
these sisters so much.
We are struggling to find new investigators, so we have been
knocking doors a lot. So fun. The other day we met a nice black lady from the
Holiness Bible Church who believed just about everything that is opposite of
what we believe. It was crazy. A whole other set of doctrine. She was really
funny.
We are also working on talking with everyone, even when it's
awkward. As a result of that, we met a crazy drunk Jamaican man who spent
twenty minutes telling us about a dream that he had in which lots of people
were walking and there was a big ravine that he fell into and then some people
castrated a dog. Awkward. I tried to relate it to Lehi's dream in 1 Nephi 8,
but it was a no-go.
That's all I have for today. Keep on keepin' on.
Love,
Hermana Bennett
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