I feel like I'm in a different country! Just kidding. It's not really that drastically different here in Tacoma. It's definitely not in the middle of nowhere. And there are definitely a lot more people. And I haven't seen any cows or pigs lately. Also, I haven't walked any looonnnnnnggggg gravel/dirt driveways recently. But, I'm still looking for those.
I feel like this week has been a million days long. But I'll try to tell you as much about it as I can.
On Monday after we left Elma, we headed to Olympia for a Memorial Day picnic with a third of the mission. That was a blast! I played Gator Ball for a while. Which I guess is a mixture of soccer and football? I just ran around and pretended to be involved for most of the time. Then, when I couldn't breathe anymore I went and talked to President Blatter and some other missionaries.
After the picnic we couldn't go back to Elma because we didn't have any miles, so our plan was to knock doors with the Olympia 4th sisters and then stay with the Lacey 3rd sisters for the night. Unfortunately, we didn't make any plans for the two hours between the activity and knocking soooo we just went around Olympia like hobos for a while. We found the mall and tried to shop, but malls these days have some weird people dressed in weird clothes and they also sell really weird clothes, so we left. Then, because we didn't plan very well, we didn't know where to go to meet the Oly 4th sisters, so we ended up just calling the Olympia Zone leaders and asked them if they had a street they wanted us to knock. So, we went to that street and knocked doors. And funny thing, I realized it was one of the few streets I had knocked in Oly 2nd before because we tried to find YSA age people there once about 10 months ago. Funny stuff. (I don't know if ANY of that just made sense. So, sorry.)
After that we went to Lacey 3rd and street contacted for 2 hours.
The lesson we learned from this is that there is no place like your own area. The area you have been called to serve in, because there is definitely a difference when you leave your area.
On Tuesday, we did the same kind of stuff before we went to transfers. We didn't have anywhere to go really, so we had lunch with Sister Holdaway! (Who I love!) And then just headed to Tacoma for transfers. Sister Glauser and I got my stuff all in her car and headed off to an appointment. (first difference between boonies and city. Rather than planning an hour or two to travel back to your area, you just make plans to do missionary work, because that's how close we were.)
I'm not going to give details for the rest of the week because we did SO MUCH STUFF. I'm just going to say that we talked to a TON of people. We stayed busy every minute of every day. We knocked doors, we street contacted, we prayed with people, we bore our testimonies of the Savior over and over and over again. We passed out 31 Book of Mormons and my testimony of that Book was shared over and over again as well. It was so fun to be so busy always sharing the gospel at every turn. I love it! I'm so grateful that I get to end my mission staying real busy all the time! It's definitely a humbling experience to see how much I am NOT a great missionary. But it's good to be humbled so we can learn right?
I'm trying to think if there is anything specific ya'll need to know about being in Tacoma. It's just fun. I feel like a real missionary here. (Just picture Pinocchio "I'm a real missionary now!")
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| Also, this is my backyard. We live with the Stake President! (Isn't that nerve wracking?) |
I love you all!
Love,
Sister Warburton
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