This
week's shout out goes out to all the missionaries on bike. I don't know how you
do it, but holy cow.
So the title and the
shout out all go together, but I'm going to save that for the end because
that's like the best and worst part of the week.
525,600 minutes.
That's right. That's a year (says Rent). And that's happening June 5th.
It's kind of crazy to believe that it's been so long! We're definitely on the
downhill and I can feel it. Time flies so quickly.
A member referred us
to her neighbor, Marilyn. Little did we know that her family would be so open!
I missed the lesson because I was on exchanges in the Spanish program, but it
sounded like it was wonderful. Honestly, they sound so prepared. She wants to
fix her marriage and get her kids involved in a church. And she asked us for a
priesthood blessing. Who does that?? She's so awesome. They have a strong
testimony of prayer and they have great family values. I'm super stoked to meet
with them!
Meanwhile, I was on
exchanges with an unnamed Hermana. It's kind of crazy sitting there and hearing
a lesson in another language and then have them all turn to you. I just decided
to smile. And bear my testimony. But that was really my only contribution haha
it was fun though! The reason I'm leaving her unnamed is because I kind of have
a bone to pick with her. We start the exchanges in a meeting where we talk
about what we want to work on, and one of the Sister Trainers says, "You
know, I feel prompted to say this, but we don't need to be cookie cutter
missionaries. We can be ourselves AND be obedient." I liked that. A lot.
However, the other Sister Trainer, who I was with, did not understand that. I
HATE when people are fake. I can't deal with that. And so it was kind of an
uncomfortable exchange because I was on my toes the whole time. I'll probably
still get in a little bit of trouble because well. If you squeeze a tube of
toothpaste, you can't put it back in, right? :)
So here's the best
part. This week, I overcame my fears and rode a bike. It's literally been at
least 10 years. If you don't know why, you should definitely consider asking me
sometime, because it's a good story. The Elders needed to take our care to
Oakland, so we figured. Eh. We need to work. Let's do it. At least now I know
that I'm in a lot better shape than I thought. And who ever said stationary
bikes are anything like real life? That was a lie. So this trip is supposed to
be 6 miles round trip. However, no one said anything about it being completely
uphill. And we got lost. And it was way hot. And thus we set out to go and do
service. Luckily we got to wear shorts, because the bike was too big for me. We
did it, and we survived. Partially.
That night, we get to
dinner and my legs start tingling. It started in my knees and went up into my
thighs. And when we got home that night I literally thought I was going to die.
At that point, I felt like if I cut off my legs, I'd probably be in better
shape, because it hurt like. I can't even compare, but either way, it was more
than anything I've ever known. And there I was, dying. And I got down and
started kneeling to pray, and I said, "Heavenly Father. I know you know
how much this hurts, so I hope you know how much I need help right now
too." And so I prayed. And we got some painkillers too. But the next
morning, I woke up and holy cow. It was as if nothing's happened. Ever. No
pain. At all. And I haven't felt any since. Which really shows the power of
prayer. It's never worked so quick for me, but when I needed it, there it was.
How blessed we are.
Love you all
Sister Kwan
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