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Monday, April 12, 2010
April 12, 2010
Dear Home,
Guess what. I JUST got on. That means I have almost a full hour to write home. ^^ It took me a minute or two to log in, but other than that, the hour is yours. =)
First, the transfer news. I am NOT staying in Saskatoon. President Paulson has decided to move me to Flin Flon, Manitoba, the northernmost area in our mission.My new companion will be Elder Jons, my MTC District Leader, and my new District Leader, who's serving in Prince Albert, was also in my MTC District. This is going to be fun. ^^
On the other hand, I'm a little sad that I'm leaving this area. I don't like transferring. Now I have to pack, making sure that I have Everything I need, while making sure I don't use more space than two suitcases and a backpack. =S That's not going to be very much fun. =/
But hey, let's not dwell on that. I'll tell you more about it when I get to Flin Flon. In the meantime, last Monday went very well. I got everything done that I needed to do, and still had time to write my mom a three and a half page letter. I was very happy about that. =)
On Tuesday, they day we usually feed the Reid Road elders lunch, we also invited the District Leader, the DLs companion, and the 2 Zone Leaders, so there was a total of EIGHT missionaries over at our apartment for lunch! That was pretty crazy. I can see why missionaries don't get permission to do that very often.
On Wednesday, the seventh day of April, I got a letter from my Mom, and a package from my sister, and I was delighted to recieve them both. ^^ Thank you so much. =) I'll try to write to you both more often, but with all the missionary things I have to do... I'll just do my best. Unfortunately, that's all I can promise. =/
On Thursday, I gave myself a haircut. Now my hair is nice and short again, so it doesn't take hardly any time at all to make it look good. =P I also broke a jar. Appearantly, when you heat a glass jar up by washing it, then quickly cool it off by pouring juice into it, bad things happen, including making the floor kinda sticky. There were some good things that happened that day, though. We also got to help a guy shovel rocks out from in front of his house. He saw him working, offered to help him, and, miraculously, he agreed. By the way, just a note to all of you, when someone offers to help you, let them. They'll recieve blessings for it, so by letting them give you a hand, you're really doing them a favor. At the same time, there are some instances where someone will want to do something themselves, so they can feel like they've accomplished something by the end. For example, is someone was climbing up Mount Everest, and a helicopter dropped in and offered them a ride to the top, they'd probably decline, and years after that, they'll be able to say that they've accomplished something great, all on their own. That's important to some people. But still, it wouldn't hurt to offer to lend them a hand. So, whenever there's an oppertunity for someone to help someone else, remember this counsel: Give generously, Recieve graciously. I can't remember who said that, but it's good.
On Friday, a storm blew in. The weather had been unseasonally wonderful up to that point, but that afternoon, the wind was so strong and the snow was so thick that a person could hardly see where he or she was going, and Elder Brown found ourselves stuck in it. Once again, like at the beginning of our time serving together, we trekked through a snowstorm together, and we both had a lot of fun. I also found out something that I think will be important for me to know later; my leather gloves are GREAT for making snowballs. While we were traveling, Elder Brown and I had a snowball-throwing contest, each of us taking turns throwing snowballs at a street sign, trying to see which of us could hit it first. Neither of us ever succeeded, though, and eventually we gave up and moved on, but we didn't get far before we saw someone crash their truck into the side of the road. Fortunately, he didn't get hurt, his truck was off the road, not blocking traffic, and he got help before we got to him. Some nice person pulled over and gave him a ride somewhere. I hope he's doing alright now.
Saturday was pretty good. We met with Megan again. At first, she had us worried, saying that she felt she was already baptised and that she didn't need to be baptised again, but then, the member that we had brought with us explained that, while she was already converted to Jesus Christ (which is what she thought we meant), she had not recieved baptism, which is a sacred ordinance, an outter expression of our inner commitment to keep God's commandments, and has to be done by priesthood authority. Now she understands what our purpose is, and she's definitely willing to learn more.
And on Sunday, we got our transfer calls. I'd write more about Sunday, but there's something else that I have to bring up.
Having bought an amazingly good and versatile winter coat at the beginning of the season, I now have two jackets when I only need one, and I won't need a jacket at all during the summer. Okay, I'll need a raincoat, but that's all, so what should I do with my extra coat? And what should I do with my coat during the summer? I don't want to have to pack around more stuff than I need. Maybe I'll mail some stuff home and have you mail it back to me when it gets cold again. Would you be okay with that? Another option is that since the store I bought my new jack at has an amazing return policy, I can give them my jacket back and get a gift card that I can use to buy another coat next year. That's probably my best option, but it almost seems dishonest. =S I'll pray about it. I'd ask for advice, but since correspondence is so limited, I'll already have had to make a decision (if even a short term decision, like keeping both of the jackets for now) by the time any advice arrives. But if you DO have any advice for me, please Email me or post a comment. I can use all the help I can get in the decision-making department of my brain.
Time's up. I love you.
Your soon-moving missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts
Monday, April 5, 2010
April 5, 2010
Dear Home,
First of all, it's transfer week, and I've been in the Oakwood area for 6 months, so I'm /probably/ going to be moved. Everyone says it's a for-sure thing that I'm moving, but I thought my move was a for-sure thing last time, and I was wrong then, too. It's all up to God. Let Him send me wherever He wants me, and keep me there however long He chooses. But, if it were my choice, I'd move to another part of the city. I don't want to leave Saskatoon- Saskatoon's great! -But some kind of change would be nice. Maybe I'll hop the river and go back to the District I was in when my mission began. What do you think?
Last Monday, we played football (Don't worry, Mom. It was Two-Hand-Tag Football. No injuries.) And we played the same thing again his week. It was beautiful weather both days. We've been so blessed. ^^ And I'm getting better at playing football, too. I make a good 'final defender'. That's what I call it. I stay towards the back, and don't let anyone from the other team get behind me. That way, if the other team goes for a long pass, I tag them out before they can make it a touchdown. I haven't found my offence position yet. I guess that'll come with time and practice.
On Tuesday, I lamented the fact that there's never enough time on P'days. Sure, we have all the time we need for Activity, Emails, and buying what we need, but by the end of the day, there's just not enough time to write any letters. It's a terrible dilemma because my family deserves the best that I can give them, but I haven't been able to give them anything! D= I came up with a solution, though. I would just write letters whenever I wanted. Who cares if there's a rule that say to only write letters on P'days? I'm just too busy then! There's no time! God understands, right? Well, God understood a little better than I did, and He decided to teach me a lesson that altered the course of the rest of my mission. That night, I lost my wallet on the bus.
Allotment card, GONE. Home card, GONE. Bus pass, GONE. Temple Recommend, GONE!! I was in BIG trouble!>
Wednesday morning, I prayed. I knew God wouldn't necessarily fix every problem that came into my life, and it wasn't like I couldn't fix this problem myself. A few quick phone calls, and I could cancel anything a thief could use. Then I'd buy a new wallet, get the replacement cards I need, and NEVER let it happen again. Maybe God meant for me to loose my wallet. Maybe He had a lesson for me to learn. But... at the same time... I REALLY wanted to get my wallet back. I prayed HARD, but as much as I asked God to preserve my wallet in the Sask-Trans Lost and Found, I told Him that I would accept His will. Then I remembered: When God wants to reveal His will to the children of man, He often does so through His Prophets. The white handbook, the little rulebook that says I can only write home on P'days, came from the living Apostles, whom we sustain as Prophets, Seers, and Revelators. Therefore, as it is the will of God that we should keep the commandments that He gives us, even through His modern prophets, I promised God that whether I got my wallet back or not, I would accept His will and not write any more letters on non-P'days (Sorry, Mom). A few hours later, I got my wallet back. It /was/ at the lost and found.
But there was another lesson God wanted to teach me this week, and it also concerned His will. As if loosing my wallet wasn't heart-stopping enough, I lost my camera also. Luckily, I knew for a fact that my camera was in my apartment, so I looked in all the likely places, then a few unlikely places, then prayed. I told God that I had done my best. I had searched everywhere. I couldn't find my camera without His help. No answer seemed to come. I kept searching. Desperately, I kept a prayer in my heart, begging God to lead me to my camera. He didn't. But after a while, I got the feeling that my camera was in the bedroom. I looked in there, and couldn't find it. I knelt down, prayed again, and kept looking. No camera. Frustrated, I started looking in other rooms again, but still, a constant thought in the back of my human mind told me that my camera was in the bedroom. I searched that room, thoroughly, top to bottom, North to South, East to West. The camera Was Not in there. I searched elsewhere, but still felt like searching in rooms other than the bedroom was a waste of time. I prayed again. I asked God where in the bedroom my camera was. He didn't seem to want to tell me.
Days later, I found my camera in an inner pocket of my overcoat, which had been in the study room, not the bedroom, the whole time. I opened Preach My Gospel and studied Chapter 4, Recognizing the Promptings of the Spirit. At the back of the chapter, I found a quote which I'll now paraphrase (everyone else is done Emailing by now). "It is good to want to be led by the Spirit, but the Spirit won't give us direction in all things. Sometimes, we ask God for an answer that He, in His wisdom, doesn't want to just GIVE to us. Those who persist in seeking the Lord's guidance in an area where He has decided not to answer us, we might create an answer of our own fantasy." Which is exactly what happened with me. I believe that God was trying to teach me to be patient and diligent in searching, rather than asking Him to just tell me where the camera was.
But now I REALLY have to go!
Bye!-Elder Andrew Robarts
First of all, it's transfer week, and I've been in the Oakwood area for 6 months, so I'm /probably/ going to be moved. Everyone says it's a for-sure thing that I'm moving, but I thought my move was a for-sure thing last time, and I was wrong then, too. It's all up to God. Let Him send me wherever He wants me, and keep me there however long He chooses. But, if it were my choice, I'd move to another part of the city. I don't want to leave Saskatoon- Saskatoon's great! -But some kind of change would be nice. Maybe I'll hop the river and go back to the District I was in when my mission began. What do you think?
Last Monday, we played football (Don't worry, Mom. It was Two-Hand-Tag Football. No injuries.) And we played the same thing again his week. It was beautiful weather both days. We've been so blessed. ^^ And I'm getting better at playing football, too. I make a good 'final defender'. That's what I call it. I stay towards the back, and don't let anyone from the other team get behind me. That way, if the other team goes for a long pass, I tag them out before they can make it a touchdown. I haven't found my offence position yet. I guess that'll come with time and practice.
On Tuesday, I lamented the fact that there's never enough time on P'days. Sure, we have all the time we need for Activity, Emails, and buying what we need, but by the end of the day, there's just not enough time to write any letters. It's a terrible dilemma because my family deserves the best that I can give them, but I haven't been able to give them anything! D= I came up with a solution, though. I would just write letters whenever I wanted. Who cares if there's a rule that say to only write letters on P'days? I'm just too busy then! There's no time! God understands, right? Well, God understood a little better than I did, and He decided to teach me a lesson that altered the course of the rest of my mission. That night, I lost my wallet on the bus.
Allotment card, GONE. Home card, GONE. Bus pass, GONE. Temple Recommend, GONE!! I was in BIG trouble!>
Wednesday morning, I prayed. I knew God wouldn't necessarily fix every problem that came into my life, and it wasn't like I couldn't fix this problem myself. A few quick phone calls, and I could cancel anything a thief could use. Then I'd buy a new wallet, get the replacement cards I need, and NEVER let it happen again. Maybe God meant for me to loose my wallet. Maybe He had a lesson for me to learn. But... at the same time... I REALLY wanted to get my wallet back. I prayed HARD, but as much as I asked God to preserve my wallet in the Sask-Trans Lost and Found, I told Him that I would accept His will. Then I remembered: When God wants to reveal His will to the children of man, He often does so through His Prophets. The white handbook, the little rulebook that says I can only write home on P'days, came from the living Apostles, whom we sustain as Prophets, Seers, and Revelators. Therefore, as it is the will of God that we should keep the commandments that He gives us, even through His modern prophets, I promised God that whether I got my wallet back or not, I would accept His will and not write any more letters on non-P'days (Sorry, Mom). A few hours later, I got my wallet back. It /was/ at the lost and found.
But there was another lesson God wanted to teach me this week, and it also concerned His will. As if loosing my wallet wasn't heart-stopping enough, I lost my camera also. Luckily, I knew for a fact that my camera was in my apartment, so I looked in all the likely places, then a few unlikely places, then prayed. I told God that I had done my best. I had searched everywhere. I couldn't find my camera without His help. No answer seemed to come. I kept searching. Desperately, I kept a prayer in my heart, begging God to lead me to my camera. He didn't. But after a while, I got the feeling that my camera was in the bedroom. I looked in there, and couldn't find it. I knelt down, prayed again, and kept looking. No camera. Frustrated, I started looking in other rooms again, but still, a constant thought in the back of my human mind told me that my camera was in the bedroom. I searched that room, thoroughly, top to bottom, North to South, East to West. The camera Was Not in there. I searched elsewhere, but still felt like searching in rooms other than the bedroom was a waste of time. I prayed again. I asked God where in the bedroom my camera was. He didn't seem to want to tell me.
Days later, I found my camera in an inner pocket of my overcoat, which had been in the study room, not the bedroom, the whole time. I opened Preach My Gospel and studied Chapter 4, Recognizing the Promptings of the Spirit. At the back of the chapter, I found a quote which I'll now paraphrase (everyone else is done Emailing by now). "It is good to want to be led by the Spirit, but the Spirit won't give us direction in all things. Sometimes, we ask God for an answer that He, in His wisdom, doesn't want to just GIVE to us. Those who persist in seeking the Lord's guidance in an area where He has decided not to answer us, we might create an answer of our own fantasy." Which is exactly what happened with me. I believe that God was trying to teach me to be patient and diligent in searching, rather than asking Him to just tell me where the camera was.
But now I REALLY have to go!
Bye!-Elder Andrew Robarts
Monday, March 29, 2010
March 29, 2010
Dear Home,
On Tuesday, durring District meeting, our District Leader, Elder Eyers (pronounced Airs) asked who felt like a champion that day. I did, so I volunteered. Then Elder Eyers pulled out a big chocolate cake and challenged me to eat the whole thing. At first, I didn't really see where he was getting at.
What? So, you want me to eat the cake?
Yep. Eat the cake.
The whole thing??
All of it.
No way... I can't eat that whole thing!
Just try it!
But I don't want to ruin it.
They cut me a slice, and I ate it, but I ate so fast I almost gagged. The moral of the story is that missionary work is so big, no one can do it all by themselves. We need to help each other out. So, we all had cake.
Not many note-worthy things happened on Wednesday, but on Thursday, I went on an exchange with Elder Eyers. It went alright, but whenever we went to a teaching appointment, the person we were supposed to be teaching wasn't there. It was really disappointing, and Elder Eyers got frustrated. Not that I blame him. He's extremely busy, even for a missionary. Seriously, all day long while I was with him, we were so busy running to and from appointments that we didn't even have time to stop and have lunch. Or dinner. It must be so hard being a District Leader. I don't think I'm up to it just yet. The mental and emotional stress would be too much for me.
Friday: I'm still with Elder Eyers. He wakes up with a killer headache (not a huge surprise, considering his stress levels). We couldn't work all morning and didn't leave the apartment until noon. Again, no time for lunch. He had a meeting to get to, and lots of appointments and exchanges after that. I feel sorry for that man. =/
Note: My mom asked me how I'm sleeping, and I've got to say that I'm sleeping pretty well. Sometimes I wake up before my alarm and can't get back to sleep, but other than that, I normally sleep well all through the night. It helps that this apartment has really comfortable beds. When I go on exchanges and spend the night in other places, I don't sleep quite as well.
Saturday: BAPTISM! =D Sister Stacy.... I can't spell her last name, enterred the waters of baptism and was confirmed the next day. That was so exciting. ^^ I'm glad I was able to be there. That one investigator, "Thomas", was able to come, too. He enjoyed it, and got a good taste for what his baptism will be like. =)
Something funny: Before the baptism, Elder Brown and I were sitting in the lobby, waiting for Tom. While we were waiting, a pigeon flies out of nowhere and runs right into the glass doors. It stood outside, looking dazed, then made a second attempt to get in, encountering the glass yet again. I got my camera out ((Note to Ben: You ALWAYS carry your camera as a missionary.), but before I could get a picture of the poor bird, someone walked up and scared it off. The pigeon bounced off the window again, for the third time, as he made his exit. I feel a little sorry for that bird, but I still can't help but laugh a little.
Sunday: As missionaries, we're instructed to clean out the fridge an throw away the moldy stuff every month. It doesn't ever happen THAT often, but my companion and I cleared the fridge and the freezer yesterday, and man, it is CLEAN now! There's not as much food in it now, but everything that's in there is well worth eating, AND we have a lot of freezer space for the ice cream we're going to buy today. I'm looking forward to that ice cream party this Saturday! But not as much as I'm looking forward to General Conference, of course! 0=)
My time is probably more than spent (I forgot to check the clock when I logged on), but I just wanted to add a note about Elder Orr. He's a new missionary that Elder Davidson is training this transfer, and he is SO funny! I really hope I get to serve with him. And what's more, he really wants to serve with me! I was pretty suprised when he told me that, but I was even more suprised when he told me that I was one of his three favorite missionaries. But then again, how many missionaries does he know? =P
Gotta go.
Love, your day-planning missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts
Monday, March 22, 2010
March 22, 2010
Dear Home,
I have.... 40ish minutes left. I'm doing a lot better this week than in previous weeks! I hope I can keep it up!
Last week, after P-Day activity, I realised that I didn't have my planner with me. My planner has my weekly shopping list in it, so I had to go by memory that week, but that was okay. I knew what we needed. After all the P-Day stuff, we went out to work, and I once again realized that I hadn't botherred to grab my planner, which had all the plans for what we were going to do that evening, but that was fine, too, because Elder Brown had his planner and he knew what we were doing (lesson learned: two heads are better then one). That night, we went in to plan for the next day, and I still didn't know where my planner was. Did I leave it at the church? No matter. I found a blank day in one of my old planners and use that. The next day, we went to look for my planner at the church. No luck. My planner wasn't in the church. It wasn't in the apartment. It wasn't ANYWHERE. I had lost my planner.
My mom has a planner, too. she uses some kind of portable computer device to record names, dates, addresses, phone numbers, To-Dos, appointments, and everything else. She calls it her brain. Last week, I lost my brain. I lost my mind. I had lost it. But luckily, there was a blank planner in our apartment, so I started filling that one up, and it's the one I'm using now. I'd better not lose this one! That would be terrible! D= Luckily, that's not going to happen. I'll keep good track of my planner from now on. ^^
I've heard it said that any useful talent you have will be put to good use on your mission. Example: Brother Wanner put on a Celtic Music concert a while ago. He used electronic audio equipment, and asked the missionaries to help him take it down. Meaning that there were wires to coil up, and the missionaries and I were to be the ones to coil them. When I was younger, my father, who deals with electronic audio equipment all the time, had taught me how to propperly coil a wire, so when I was handed a wire to coil, I knew exactly what to do.
But coiling wire isn't my only useful talent. I also like to write. Sister Paulson, the Mission President's wife, found out about this talent, and asked me to write the conversion story of one of our investigators, whom I've told you about. I think I called him Thomas. He's been having a lot of ups and downs lately, and the ups and downs have been becoming more and more dramatic as time goes by. He's VERY close to baptism, but he's also having family experiences that are tearing his soul apart. Please pray for him. He needs all the help he can get, and, with a little bit of Divine help, he'll feel ready for baptism soon enough.
Most of the missionaries are done now, but I'm not! D= Why am I always the slowest one?
Today marks the end of my 11th month as a missionary. One more month, and my mission will be half over! That's crazy! It doesn't feel like it's been that long. I'm not ready for my mission to be half-over! =( I'm learning too much out here! I want to keep it up!
But now I have to go. =/ There's never enough time =(
Love, your The-Time-Is-Far-Spent missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts
PS, I love you! -hugs everyone- -hugs Mom again- Talk to you next week. =)
Monday, March 15, 2010
March 15, 2010
Dear Home,
I have received an abundance of blessings (particularly in the form of mail from home) this past week. I once again feel that I don't deserve the letters that I get because the letters that I send back are so few and far between. Oh, if only there was more time for writing letters, like there was in Prince Albert. But the good news is that I'll probably be transferred soon, since by the end of this transfer, I'll have been serving here for about 6 months, so I may be getting a companion that believes that writing letters home is a greater priority than the things my current companion likes to do on P-Days. But I won't worry about the things that are wrong with the world right now. I'm in a good mood and I don't want to spoil that.
About... -thinks back- two nights ago, that is, Saturday night, Brother Wanner put on a Celtic music concert in the church's cultural hall. It was a BIG success, as far as I'm concerned. The music was amazing. What talent there is in this city! And in the members of the ward, most of whom thought they had no musical talent. It seems that most people incorrectly assume that they don't sing well enough for others to enjoy hearing them. Those people are figuratively burying their talents by not using their gifts to please the heart and gladden the soul. Hundreds of people are missing out on great blessings because those that have the ability to bless their lives have jumped to the conclusion that they have nothing worth sharing. How very tragic. Join the choir. Make some joyful noise. Sing the praises of your Creator. Even if you appeal to no one else's ears, you will certainly please His, and He will find ways to thank you for sharing your talent with Him.
-sees the clock- Wait a second. How am I out of time already!? This is so upsetting! D= Too soon! I need more time!
I'll tell you my bus story anyway.
So my companion and I were trying to get to some guy's apartment, and we had to take a bus to get there. We got on a bus at a stop four blocks north of the apartment building we were going to, and the bus let us off right in front of the building. Great, right? Well, it would've been, but I had accidentally taken us to the wrong building. The building where this man /actually/ live was only two blocks south of where we got on the bus, and two blocks north of where we were at the moment I realized my mistake. Bottom line: We should've walked. But it didn't set us any farther back than where we were before, so it was no big deal. It was only the running through mud puddles to catch the next bus and ending up getting mud all over my suit pants that became a big deal. Fortunately, the mud wiped right off with a cloth, so that ended up not being a big deal either.
But now I really have to go. =(
Love, your time-constricted missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts
I have received an abundance of blessings (particularly in the form of mail from home) this past week. I once again feel that I don't deserve the letters that I get because the letters that I send back are so few and far between. Oh, if only there was more time for writing letters, like there was in Prince Albert. But the good news is that I'll probably be transferred soon, since by the end of this transfer, I'll have been serving here for about 6 months, so I may be getting a companion that believes that writing letters home is a greater priority than the things my current companion likes to do on P-Days. But I won't worry about the things that are wrong with the world right now. I'm in a good mood and I don't want to spoil that.
About... -thinks back- two nights ago, that is, Saturday night, Brother Wanner put on a Celtic music concert in the church's cultural hall. It was a BIG success, as far as I'm concerned. The music was amazing. What talent there is in this city! And in the members of the ward, most of whom thought they had no musical talent. It seems that most people incorrectly assume that they don't sing well enough for others to enjoy hearing them. Those people are figuratively burying their talents by not using their gifts to please the heart and gladden the soul. Hundreds of people are missing out on great blessings because those that have the ability to bless their lives have jumped to the conclusion that they have nothing worth sharing. How very tragic. Join the choir. Make some joyful noise. Sing the praises of your Creator. Even if you appeal to no one else's ears, you will certainly please His, and He will find ways to thank you for sharing your talent with Him.
-sees the clock- Wait a second. How am I out of time already!? This is so upsetting! D= Too soon! I need more time!
I'll tell you my bus story anyway.
So my companion and I were trying to get to some guy's apartment, and we had to take a bus to get there. We got on a bus at a stop four blocks north of the apartment building we were going to, and the bus let us off right in front of the building. Great, right? Well, it would've been, but I had accidentally taken us to the wrong building. The building where this man /actually/ live was only two blocks south of where we got on the bus, and two blocks north of where we were at the moment I realized my mistake. Bottom line: We should've walked. But it didn't set us any farther back than where we were before, so it was no big deal. It was only the running through mud puddles to catch the next bus and ending up getting mud all over my suit pants that became a big deal. Fortunately, the mud wiped right off with a cloth, so that ended up not being a big deal either.
But now I really have to go. =(
Love, your time-constricted missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts
Monday, March 8, 2010
March 8, 2010
(in response to my email - Bits of Life - little Facebook type tidbits) Wow, a bunch of random stuf this week! It's all good stuff, but the missionaries I'm with now don't like to spend a lot of time Emailing. They'd rather be at the mall. -_- They'll just have to wait. But I don't want to make them wait TOO long. =/
In reply to what you said about the computer not workin: (whenI said "spit"):
Your coworker is right, euphamisms are dangerous things. One could easily mistake what you say, causing embarrassement and confusion. It's safer to say what you actually mean, but I'm still working on that.
Your coworker is right, euphamisms are dangerous things. One could easily mistake what you say, causing embarrassement and confusion. It's safer to say what you actually mean, but I'm still working on that.
Ruth's sonogram is exciting news! But why the name Naomi? Is it a Bible name? It kind of sounds like it. But it also sounds like a rather uncommon name. I'll look it up in the Bible Dictionary. Poor Jared! Another Girl! I hope she's a red-head.
I just checked. I've been on the computer for over an hour. x_X There's just never enough time. (Not my fault, my Bits were not that long. Ok, who's getting all'his time??)
Luckily, I don't have much to tell you. I sang Ave Maria at a dinner appointment at the request of Sister Pulkinen, who feeds us every week and has us sing hymns. That went alright. I had to practice for weeks, though. I don't think Elder Brown liked that. =/
I have another funny bus story, but that can wait a week. But it won't take long for me to tell you that the rubber band ball that I started at the beginning of my mission now has 200 rubber bands on it. I'm halfway to the point where I'll be out of rubber bands! xD
All the other missionaries are done now, so I'd better get off, to be polite. =/ Talk to you all next week!
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