It's the last week of the transfer. I can't believe how fast it's gone by. But this week has been really good!
We've been doing a lot of service this week, which is fantastic! We love being able to help out anyone and everyone! We've been cleaning houses, stuffing envelopes, tying blankets with the young women...all sorts of stuff.
This week has been kinda crazy too though. I sprained my foot during soccer last week, and it got worse before it got better, so we headed up to the doctor. (plus he doesn't charge the missionaries, and an x-ray is really the only way to tell what is wrong.) But it's just a sprain, and getting better quickly. (I guess I now take my soccer a little too seriously ;)
And we had an exchange this week. I got to go to Manvel with Hna. Greenwood. She's in her second transfer, so it was fun to be with her, and to go back to a Spanish area. Although all the people we taught were bilingual and preferred English, but it was still lots of fun. Manvel is kinda out in the middle of the country, so we did a lot of driving, which gave us a lot of time to get to know each other.
We've had some really great lessons this week. We have three new investigators! We've been trying to get a hold of some less actives, and just this past week we've been able to sit down with them. One family has two girls who we are teaching, and the other has just one girl. We are super excited to be able to teach them, and to help their families come back to church!
We've also been able to get in contact with a few more less-actives, and were even able to teach some this week!
We stopped by to visit some members, just to get to know them, and because we couldn't even put a name to a face when someone described them to us. They are a really cute couple. But as we were talking with them and getting to know them, she just got up and started doing something in the kitchen. She's from the Phillipines, so I thought "oh no, they are going to try to feed us, and we have a dinner appointment in 30 minutes". And then the next thing I know, he's telling her "no, not that, they don't like that", or "give them this brand we don't like that one." Anyway, they started placing grocery bags down at our feet full of stuff. Freezer meals, peanut butter, shampoo, laundry soap, water, milk, bacon...all sorts of stuff. (We did eat some ice cream with them though) I guess they used to feed the missionaries all the time, but as their schedules got crazier and they weren't always able to have the missionaries over, they asked the missionaries if they would rather have dinner or groceries, and they said groceries. So we then drove home with all that stuff, dropped it off quickly and booked it to dinner. Which was a blast. But that's the fun story of the week.
Well, love you all lots!