All Roads They Lead To Here

This weeks shout out goes out to my dad. Happy birthday! Love you! Don't spend too much time writing poetry. 

It was a really odd week. I had two and a third exchanges. Two 24 hour exchanges and one 8 hour exchange. The 8 hour one was a trio with Sister Evans and Sister Seegmiller. They're pretty cool. We just ran around trying to find people, no big deal. The other two... I don't even know where to begin. They're the "rebellious" companionship in our area. Super sweet, both of them. But we learned that one of them isn't actually rebellious haha

So the first exchange with the actually rebellious one was interesting. We stumbled upon a patch of strawberries and she was like "YES" so she started eating them and offered some to me and the other sisters. It was kind of like Genesis 3:6. Then one of the sisters notices there were worms on some of them. And then she opens one and they're IN the strawberries too. Not even in a foreign country and I can still manage to get worms. Actually I'm not sick. I think. But we also did service for our recycling champion. Or I did. I was leveling her lawn to help make steps. 

The second exchange, we decided unconsciously to stay up late. At least for missionaries who need to be up at 6:30 AM. We had a very very good talk. She's the greatest. She's had an interesting life. And I mean, everyone has, but not everyone tells you their whole life story. Or some crucial parts in it. It was a good day. We were tired, but we got to talk to a lot of people. 

We were at a member's house yesterday. They've had this platter of nuts on their table... probably since before we got here. Sister Slaughter opened up a walnut, and I wanted to try to so I picked up this thing that kind of looked like a hazelnut. And then I was like "Wait this might be an acorn. Are those poisonous?" And I still have no idea if that's true or not. But I opened it and ate it and it was RANCID. It tasted so nasty. Nothing's ever made me feel that sick to my stomach. I choked it down. But the taste was in my mouth all night. Gross.  

Azadeh is rocking on. She's so great. Sister Slaughter asked her if she had read and prayed to know that the Book of Mormon is true, and she says, "Honestly, no. But why should I doubt it?" And that was one of those moments where I wish I had a Southern Baptist choir following us around all day. With like streamers and fireworks and cannons. Because it was a glorious moment. And if we were anywhere else and I wasn't a missionary, I would've jumped up and started dancing and stuff. But anyways. 

Wasn't General Conference great? It was. It really was. One of the things I REALLY liked was when Elder Holland said "If the bitter cup doesn't pass, drink it and wait for better days." Isn't that just so. Ugh words. But lets get real for a second. Life isn't great all the time. In fact, most of the time, it sucks. And what do we have to do? We have to deal with it. And we are promised better days, it's just a matter of when. And that's exactly what he's saying. D&C 121 is one of my favorite chapters, but my least favorite thing is when the Lord says "thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment." And I'm like "HOW LONG MUST THIS LAST????" So. Impatient. But in the perspective of forever, 100 years is nothing. I've got a lot of work to do. But. I've got a lifetime of knowledge. Hahahahaha I hope someone gets that. 

Hope you all have the best weeks ever!

Love
Sister Kwan