This week consisted of a lot of walking, contacting, walking, calling people, and walking. For some reason the Lord decided that this week needed to be a "finding" week full of walking and hiking around, or he just thought that we were eating too much bread or something. There were a couple of days last week that were pretty toasty (up in the 80s), but as a whole, this week has been pretty cold. Yesterday it was really windy and cold and today it is rainy, windy, and cold. Sweater weather! My favorite! I'm getting a little sick of the body odor-scented buses, so hopefully this weather is Fall peaking it's head into the door.
Since this week was a big "finding" week, Sister Thomas and I prayed to be able to find people that the Lord had prepared to be taught the gospel. Unfortunately we didn't see any immediate miracles on the street, but we did see a miracle at church on Sunday. A random lady showed up to church that only a handful of members seemed to know. None of the missionaries had any idea who the woman was, but after talking with her we found out that she is a member. Apparently she is a recent convert that no one has been able to get a hold of for almost a year and she just felt like she needed to come to church that particular Sunday. We got a lesson set up with her for this week and we're excited to see if we can help her get back into activity!
I took Sister Thomas on her first knocking adventure and it was a fun time. Unfortunately we decided to do it right in the middle of the day, so hardly anyone was home. Also, the people that were home didn't want to talk to us. It could have been worse, I suppose.
I got pretty homesick for homemade bread this week, so I decided to make some homemade rolls. Let me tell you... they turned out real good. Even the ants were pouring out of our walls to get a nibble of them (not a joke). I ate about 3 rolls immediately after we pulled them out of our gimpy toaster oven (oh yeah, we don't have a real oven in this apartment) and then I ate at least 2 more of them before bed. I wanted to share the love with our District, so I brought some to District meeting and the tuperware container emptied out in about 35 seconds. They were really good. Needless to say, I will be making them again.
Sister Thomas and I had an unnecessary encounter with drunk a drunk dude. Before you start freaking out, just rest assured that nothing bad happened. It did, however result in a very journal-worthy experience. Everything started out innocently, I promise; we met this nice lady standing at a bus stop and we gave her a brochure about the Restoration. After hearing our accents, she asked us where we were from and called over her extremely drunk friend who was sitting over in the distance to come talk to us Americans. I tried to push Sister Thomas down the sidewalk to get away, but I waited a second too long and he stumbled over to us before we could break away. He leaned over to Sister Thomas, immediately grabbed her arm, and planted a big, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her hand. It was sucker-fish-sucking-on-the-glass status. His lips left a gray outline on her hand. Repulsive. Yeah, we bolted as quickly as we could out of that situation. Literally bolted... like, we were full-on running home.Yikes.
So, once upon a time, it was super hot in our apartment and we decided to open a window for a short time. As night fell upon the Penza area, a single mosquito had the nerve to squeeze it's vampire butt through the window and wreak havoc amongst the inhabitants of the apartment. Not knowing of the mosquitoes presence before the sweet sisters retired to bed, they arose the next morning with much evidence upon their appendages of the mosquitoes occupancy in their home. With a fiery vengance burning in their hearts, the sisters embarked on a quest of extermination. The following day wrought no success. Paranoia was rampant amongst the sisters and they did douse themselves with much bug spray before retiring to bed. Revenge was attained the following morning as the mosquito took refuge in the bathroom. I shall not go in to the gorey details that ensued with the mosquitoes death, but it suficeth me to say that it will no longer disturb the sweet sisters. The end.
Also, we're still out of hot water, so that's always fun. It's been over a month now. Sister Thomas is starting to think that our apartment has never had hot water ever. It's okay though, we will survive!
Welp, that's all for this week folks! Make some homemade rolls and run away from intoxicated persons!
Do Svidanya!
Love,
Sister Megan Wagstaff
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