Monday, February 15, 2016

Bugs under a microscope 2/15/16


February has never been so warm! Could it be possible that I might develop a tan?? Can this guera get a little color? I hope so! The phrase "tenemos mucho color verdad?" is already finding itself a familiar groove on my tongue. 

This week began as any other and by Tuesday evening, we knew we were in for it. Yet another week of complete and utter rejection and refusal. Don't people realize that this is the Lord we are serving and their salvation is at stake?? For Heavens Sake.. HOWEVER.. This week we were blessed with a FAMILY! Whoott!! This lovely family is already super involved in their own church (Harvest is the nemesis of all the missionaries here in Cali) but they have been listening and we had an insanely powerful lesson with them this week. Despite our difficult team up, the spirit reigned supreme and everyone was touched. No matter how much we were rejected, and that only two planned lessons worked out, we achieved the mission Standard of Excellence. Blessings!

Okay so this week in effort to contact some less actives, we had to resort to extreme measures. Most of the homes here in MoVal are gated off from the street. Each individual house has a fence that encompassed their whole driveway, yard, and basically all entrance access. Great for us right? So this week, we dropped by to try and find a way to contact these folks. The second we walked up to the metal gate we heard the familiar sound of quickly approaching dogs. In a matter of seconds we had 2 ferocious pit bulls barking, foaming, and slamming themselves violently against the iron bars that preserved our lives. Shocked, my companion and I leaped back as these beasts howled and snapped at us with volumes loud enough to raise the dead. Fleetingly, we hoped that the ruckus would call attention to their masters.. but alas, our pounding on the gate, calls, and "Helllllloooooooooo!"'s (mixed with all the noise the dogs were making) made not a difference in the world. Uhh! We resorted to writing about 10 little pink sticky notes that had our info and pleas to call us back. We wadded the sticky notes and threw them into the yard, aiming at the hood of the only car in the driveway. Some of our notes bounced off onto the pavement and the possessed creatures pounced on our notes and gobbled them up. RUDE! So we made more, and a war began. Throwing notes to the car, and the dogs mercilessly chewing up our efforts. We had a couple successful notes land on the car and we also stuffed a few into the keyhole of the gate. Feeling slightly triumphant for the moment, I unwisely got right in to the face of the nastiest pit-bull and hollered right along with it. That animal DID NOT like the taste of it's own medicine and it freaked out. Poor thing was already at a level 10 so when I responded the way I did, it shook lividly and bore all of it's teeth.Not too smart on my part... but poor dogs probably have the spirits of the devil in them. Good Grief, I sure hope Blanca appreciates our efforts to contact her....

Bugs under a microscope. SO, for the first time in the history of ever, our MISSION PRESIDENT decided to go out with the Sister missionaries. Specifically, US! OH my GOODNESS! Hermana Bjork and I were to teach a lesson with President and Sister Mullen, take them to MCM with us, and also plan for the next day together. Can yall believe that? President in our little apartment room planning what to do to save the souls in Moreno Valley. We about fainted. Then we kicked it into gear. Saturday night goes as follows:
We met President and Sister Mullen at our church to have a lesson with one of our progressing investigators.... WHO DID NOT SHOW UP. (This is the goober who drinks goat milk and gets sleepy.) For the love of Pete! So we did our best to distract and entertain our leaders despite the severely embarrassing situation. So as our solid, perfect, and angel of a back up plan, we went and visited a recent convert named Elsa. By the way, driving with your president behind you takes road stress to a whole other level. Anyway, we had a BOMB lesson with darling Elsa about the Sacrament. The spirit was so strong and I am grateful for that experience. After that, President and Sister Mullen followed us to our ward missionary meeting. The poor ward missionaries were a nervous wreck. What made it worse is that we forgot to tell them that President was coming and they were pitching their new plan to help the ward get more baptisms. Yet it was so wonderful as President sat there quietly watching us live our missionary lives. At 9 o'clock we drove carefully home to our humble apartment where we bowed them in and seated them while we proceeded to plan. It was the strangest experience. We sat there on the floor by our magic white board and tried our hardest to show our beloved president that we are actually good missionaries. It literally felt like we were being studied like bugs under a microscope. However, President is absolutely adorable and we love him so much so after a couple adjustments everything went well. After we wished them a good night, Hermana Bjork and I fell against the door in relief. PHEWWWW... Not that we had anything to change or hide, it was just a little bit stressful having our President so closely monitoring everything. Haha!

Well, sorry for the long winded stories, but it was a stressful, busy and spiritual week. I am loving this mission so much. 
Everyone, Stay Safe & God Speed.
Love, Hermana Tobler

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