This week was so great! We had our last District Meeting of the transfer. I really can't believe the transfer is over already, I feel like I just got to Summerfield and became companions with Sister Morris, and now tomorrow were heading to Charlotte again. Sister Morris is getting transferred :(
So I really just have to go through all of Saturday, because that was our craziest day! So we started off normally, exercise, studies. We did some Facebook, and answered Michelle's questions through email. She sent us an email of 20+ questions about the church, everything from how we view divorce, to education, to baptism requirements, to the three heavens. But we did the best we could to answer her questions and also explain that we can explain these better in person. Then we headed over to Sister Jessup's on our bikes. It's always a nice ride. When we turn down her street (a dirt rode), Sister Morris said the phone started ringing. We thought it was Sister Jessup asking if we wanted a ride, so we just waited til we got to her house at the end of the rode. Turns out ... We missed a call from the Assistances. My stomach dropped! So I called them back, and they were calling in behalf of President Craven, to call me as a trainer. :) :/
We had a great lesson with Sister Jessup! And then went home for lunch. Then went out to find more people to teach. Well a few hours and a couple hundred doors later! we start heading home for dinner. I'm in front and we get to a big hill, first down, then up. I speed down the hill, trying to get as much momentum as possible, checking behind me every couple of minutes for Sister Morris. And start climbing the hill. Mind you this is a curvey road. I make it to the top at the stop light and wait for Sister Morris. She usually walks her bike up hills, so I wait. And wait. And wait. Finally I'm like, it's been to long, something's not right. So I turn around and start peddling back down the hill. As I turn I corner, I see her walking her bike. I breath I sigh of relief. Everything's okay. As I come closer, she's holding her bike weird. I ask, "Is everything okay." And she says, "Yeah, I just fell off my bike." Okay, no big deal. I get over to her, and get off my bike to start walking it up the hill, and I see her elbow, pinky, and other palm are bleeding. "Yeah you fell off, what happened?" So she began to tell me how she had felt crowded by a car of the road and unintentionally swerved out of the way. Well in North Carolina they don't have bike lanes, or shoulders, so it the street goes straight into the grass. She says she remembers biking on the grass for a bit, and the next thing she knew, she was in the middle of the street with her bike on top of her. Meanwhile I'm at the top of the hill waiting for her! She got up and a few nice people stopped and asked if they could help, all makes of course, so she declined. The walk home was just over a mile, but we made it. Safe. I started trying to clean the wounds, but I just couldn't. So I called the Elders, who didn't answer. And then Brother Ross who's a doctor. Him and Brother Miles came over, fixed her up, gave her a blessing, fixed her bent water bottle holder and put her chain back on. So everything worked out. She can't write or play the piano right now :( but it'll get healed :)
Then! Sister Morris insisted that we go to our appointment with Amy and Grayson. Even though she had almost passed out when I was cleaning the wounds. Sister Ross and Sister Lindsay said she should stay home and rest, but she insisted, so we went. It was a good lesson. :)
Sunday was sad, because everyone was crying. But that's how it always is when a missionary leave their first area. Or any area for that matter.
In Sunday school we didn't have a teacher, because Sister Wall got released last week and they haven't called a new one yet. :/ so we just had a discussion about Sacrifice. It was pretty good.
I love you all! :)
- Sister Miriah Loosle -
John 3:16-17
He came to save!
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