Hey guys! Sister Young here! (As per usual ... I don't know who else would be emailing from this account ... But whatever. It seemed like a good thing to say.)
Let's begin with my questions, shall we?
1. What are the names of the three musketeers?
2.. What is Devin's last name?
3. What are the plans for Halloween?
4. When is the first Jazz game of the season?
5. How are my Giants doing?
Great. Now that that's out of the way. On to the show!
This week was PRETTY rough. Sister Wendel is still working up to 100%, so that's been a little sketch. She's doing a lot better, but she's still not quite there yet. Room for improvement. It's great. But it has been a little rough on us to be spending time in the apartment instead of out on the streets. With that as our backdrop ...
Monday. P-day. We went with the elders to Ratagast Station (sorry, the spealling is iffy) and then a Jewish cemetary. Apparently the largest in all of Europe. That was really fun.
Tuesday. We finish watching General Conference at the Lloyd's. Yay for General Conference! After that, things took a turn for the worse. We went to a meeting with Ewa (who was late, as per usual. It's just her style). And we had decided that we were NOT leaving that meeting until she had committed to a baptismal date. So. In we went. It was BRUTAL. In a really good way. But brutal. We were in that lesson for over an hour and a half, but in the end, we got the commitment. November 2. Things were grand. Then we had our lesson with Milena, but Ewa was still at the church, and they wanted to talk because they hadn't seen each other in a long time, but we had to get to the lesson because we had other stuff to do and we were STARVING to death. So we finally got them seperated, and took Milena to the mall to have dinner with her while we did the lesson. We were literally SO hungry we could not wait. So. We did that. We were also planning on giving her a BD, but it wasn't going to be as intense because she already told us she wanted to get baptized. So we go, we order our food, we're waiting, and she tells us that she's done investigating the church. We were TOTALLY blindsided. It was AWFUL. So then we talked about it, and ate dinner, and that was that. So she's gone. We got home, checked the mail, and I got a letter! Yay! In fact, I got TWO letters! One from my Mama, and one from my Siostro Emily. I was pretty excited. I read Emily's first. And it was REALLY good, but it made me sad. So I cried a lot. And then I read Mom's. And it was ALSO really good, but I think she forgot a page in there somewhere, because is ends quite abruptly, talking about Abby driving, and that's that. So then I cried a little more. I think I was just emotionally dead at this point. Hence the relentless tears. It was rough. Man.
Wednesday. We had Zone Training. It was fine.
Thursday. We did a whiteboard with Elders Caskey and Fogg. That was fun..
Friday. We did a whiteboard with Elders Finch and Wolfley. That was fun too.
Saturday. We went to clean the church with the rest of the missionaries and Ewa (it was supposed to be a YSA activity, but she's the only one who came. What a bunch of punks). That was a blast. I love cleaning churches. Then we all went to this crazy lightshow they were doing at Plac Wolności, which was INCREDIBLEY awesome. Oh my heck. I can't even describe the coolness of it. But they project these cool images and colors and patterns and jazz on the fronts of these buildings, and played them to music, and it was the coolest lightshow I've seen in my ENTIRE life. SO cool. Sister Wendel got it on her camera (I forgot mine), so maybe someday I'll be able to show you guys! It was seriously so cool! Way cooler than it sounds, I assure you.
Sunday. We had church. Ewa came, but left early. So later Sister Wendel called her to ask how she was and ask if she was still planning on the second of November, and she was like, "Nope. Actually, I'm not planning on getting baptized ever." Ewa say WHAT? Yeah. That's right. Apparently she's been seeing a fortune teller to commune with her deceased mother, and her mom's telling her not to get baptized - that she shouldn't "limit herself" that way. I don't know what the heck THAT crap's supposed to mean.
That was our week. Now, not only do we not have the two baptismal dates we were planning on, we don't have ANY investigators at ALL. Last night was pretty rough. There were more tears. I think I have done FAR more than my fair share of crying this week. That's gotta stop. I'm so over that.
In other news (and this is much MUCH happier news), Anna got baptized in Kraków on Saturday!!!!! I'm SO HAPPY for her! She's SO incredible, and I'm SO excited for her! Ah! She's just the best! It TOTALLY bites that I didn't get to be there, but still! It's awesome! She's so cool. I love her so much.
This is an awkward story for you. From Warsaw. I forgot last week. So. I was in Warsaw, right? And Sister Tobler wanted to run stairs for her morning excercise, and I graciously volunteered to be the middle person so Sister Howells could stay in the apartment. So I'm sitting in the hall. Just sitting there. I just woke up, so I'm quite a sight. My hair has been haphazardly thrown on top of my head in a bun, mascara is smudged under my eyes, I'm wearing sweats and a Captain America shirt - you get the idea. So I'm just sitting, and the elevator comes up to our floor. And I'm like, "Cool. Because that's what I want. Someone to see me. Looking like this. Oh well. Probably some old woman coming in after a morning walk." Psych! Out walks this young, really well-dressed, attractive guy (well, the attractive part isn't for sure. My contacts weren't in. But he looked promising.), and he's like, "Hej!" and I'm like, "Cześć ..." and he walks away, and I just hang my head in shame. Just not cool. But whatever. It's over now. Psych again! He comes back a couple minutes later, pushes the button for the elevator, and starts talking to me while he waits like I know Polish or something. And I've got NO idea what he's saying. So I'm like, "Przepraszam?" And he repeats it all, but I'm still gettin' nothing. Which is now obvious. So he looks at me, and says, "Co robisz?" What are you doing? Uh huh. That's an excellent question. So I'm like, "Tylko siadam tu jak moja koleżanka biega na ... oh crap, how do you say that? Um, stairs?" Yep. That's what I said. I'm just sitting here while my friend runs on the ... (and I think after this part you probably understood the rest). It was PRETTY bad. So then we talked about running on stairs for a minute, and finally - MERCIFULLY - the elevator arrived. So he's like, "Do zobaczenia!" (which, literally translated means "to the seeing" aka "see you later!"), and I'm thinking, "Not on your life!" (like I want to see this kid again after THIS experience. Who needs all that noise? NOT me) but instead say, "Miłego!" And that was that. It was bad. Oh my life. I just experience the most awkward things.
Well. That's it.
LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!
Siostra Young
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