Hi Team Sister Lindmeir,
Hope all is well in
the grand old state of Utah. This past week was really great. Different,
but good. But before I tell you about my week, I will give you a little
update on my area. I am still in the Rolling Valley Ward in the
Annandale Stake. The only thing that changed for me was that I got a new
companion, Sister Dickson. And that I am training her. I love it here.
Rolling Valley is "rolling" on each and every day. We live in an
apartment by ourselves. It is pretty nice, but not as nice as our palace
in Gainesville. There are about 8 other sets of missionaries that live
in our same apartment complex so it is fun to see the missionaries
often. We have the office Elders in our ward. They are really busy in
the office so we do most the work in the area. But it nice to have the
Offic Elders in our Ward.
Sister Dickson has really bad allergies. They are even
so bad that she was hospitalized for them last year. Kind of funny that
she was sent here... I even have allergies here and I have never had
them before. But I know that this is where the Lord needs her to be. She
slept quite a bit last week and I was going a little bit crazy at our
apartment all day. Luckily I was able to set up some babysitters (women
in the ward) for her and I was able to go out and work with the women in
our ward. I did that a few hours this week.
When Sister Dickson was feeling better, we would go out
and work. We did a lot of finding this week because we lost a lot of
our investigators. We dropped some because they were not progressing.
And one dropped us. But the good news is that we are out here to find
the prepared ones; the ones that are ready to learn and accept our
message. We are still trying to find them.
We are also working with Less actives as well. One that
we met this week is Carmin. The Elders in our ward found her while they
were tracting. They soon found out she is a lifelong member but has not
been active since her 20s. The Elders reffered her to us because she
lives alone. She is going through her second divorce right now and has 2
kids that she raised but is not allowed to see anymore. They are only
11 and 13 years old. She is the kindest, sweetest women ever. We have
come over and read some of my favorite chapters from the Book of Mormon
and we have invited her to pray. She does'nt feel ready yet, but I know
that she will feel different when she starts to re-develop a
relationship with Heavenly Father.
We had a ward picnic that she came to on Saturday and
she loved it. She also came with us to Sacrement Meeting yesterday but
she had to leave afterward. We went by last night because we were in her
neigborhood and we had to go the bathroom. She told us that she had a
hard time hearing and seeing the children at church because she thought
of her kids. I asked if she would like a priesthood blessing and she is
thinking about it. I know it will help if she gets one.
Carmin is allergic to so many different kinds of foods
and she was excited to find out I can't eat gluten and dairy. We spent a
night making homemade bread with her and homemade brownies. They were
so good!!! She bakes a new allergy free recipe each week. This Friday,
we are going over for dinner and she is making Thai Stir fry. I am
looking forward to it.
Here is the crazy story of this week... We were walking
on the sidewalk close to a busy road, when we saw a boy walking quickly
with no shoes on. I asked him how he was doing and he just made some
sounds and started running. We could tell he had some kind of mental
disability at this point. It was raining and we were worried about him
so we hopped in our car and drove to him. When we finally saw him, he
was riding a bike in the middle of a busy street. There was a man in a
big car that started yelling at this boy saying "you cant steal a
bike!!!". The boy then started to ride on the wrong side of a narrow
street and almost got hit by a car. By this point, I was about to pull
the car over, chase after the kid and knock him off his bike and get him
off the road into safety. But the kid then got of his bike, jumped over
a fence and into a public pool. We called the cops because we were
worried that the man that was chasing after the kid would hurt him. We
went into the pool area and told the man that the boy has a disability
and not to hurt him. He said "I know" but I don't think he cared.
Luckily the mom found her son, named David. We had to tell the mom that
the police were coming, but mostly just to make sure that David was
okay. She started crying; we gave her a hug and told her everything
would be okay. And everything was.
Well that is all for me. Hope you have a great week!!!
Love,
Sister Lindmeir
