A discouraging week after the car accident. Any bit of a letter or note would make their day!
Address: 4302 Executive Parkway #223
Westerville, OH 43081
Hey everyone,
It's a good thing that missionaries have the added measure of the Spirit, because anyone else probably wouldn't have made it to this point, haha.
It's been quite a week. We don't know when we'll get a car again. If it's not totaled, we can get it back in 2-3 weeks. If not, then a new car will be purchased and it could take 60-90 days. On Tuesday, we spent almost 5 hours of our day just walking, and got almost nothing out of it. On Wednesday, we had a great zone meeting, but then failed to get rides to go elsewhere, and we decided to just walk to our dinner appointment. That took almost an hour and a half and ended up being 5 miles. The one positive thing that could come out of this transfer is that I will get really in-shape. But I'll be honest, every morning we've gotten up this week, our bodies have felt trashed. After several days of walking, we came in at night and soaked our blistered and beat-up feet in the bathtub, haha.
Friday was the day that was almost comical. We didn't get a ride to the Columbus area of the ward (our favorite area to work in), and didn't feel like asking the whole ward for someone to pick us up, so we planned to walk all the way there just so we could say we did it (this was possibly a little prideful of us)! By the time we made it to an investigator's apartment (who wasn't home), it had taken us almost two whole hours. We then showed up at a member's house and begged for water, haha. We then saw an investigator, a Hungarian lady who gave us back the Book of Mormon we gave her, because it wasn't the Bible (well obviously). The member for our dinner appointment forgot, and was impossible to get ahold of that day, so once Sister Santillan got off work, she picked us up and ran us through a drive-thru to wolf down some food before getting dropped off to walk some more. Her dog was in the back of the car with me and licked the last part of my sandwich, so that was gone! Plans fell through, and we walked through another neighborhood. Some teens/young adults taunted us and then taunted us again when they saw us 10 minutes later, but we were too exhausted to care (otherwise I may have launched the hardcover Hungarian Book of Mormon at them that I was now carrying... but I know that wouldn't be very Christ-like!). When we arrived at our apartment, we basically just collapsed.
After doing some cleaning and service at the Santillans on Saturday, they gave us bikes to use. So for the rest of Saturday, we traveled by bike. This was quite an adjustment for me as the bike gave me a lot of pain (the seat was like a rock) and wearing helmets only made us sweatier. But oh well. Also, the skirt thing should not be acceptable- I need to buy spandex today or something, because who knows how many people I flashed while riding the other day, hahaha.
However, we did see Steven this weekend, we invited him to dinner at a member's house, the Petersons. We then had a lesson with him and pushed baptism, but he keeps saying he was already baptized (though we've emphasized the proper priesthood authority a lot). He believes that the Church, the Book of Mormon, and the things we teach are true though. We'll still work with him, it may take him a little longer to get that burning testimony that will cause him to act on what he feels from the Spirit.
No matter what happens though, I know that we can always be strengthened by Jesus Christ and seek the peace we need in our lives. The gospel is true!
Love,
Sister Petersen
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