This week we were on foot hard core. Last week Sister McQuivey was sick so we didn't get out of the apartment much, but this week we pounded a lot of sidewalk. It felt good to be so physically tired and know that every hour of the day was spent finding as many people as possible, if we were in an ideal location. Otherwise our work just looks good in numbers because most of the lessons we get are with white people which we pass on to the other missionaries and we find very few if any Cambodians in a day.
That weekend we got a break though as it was my turn to get sick with the flu and I was out of commission the next day and a half. I haven't slept that long in ages, and near the end I was pretty sure I would have to miss a fireside our zone was invited to which I was really bummed out about, but as it turned out Sister Weaver cleared me to go! We only have a few left and one of the main pieces is played on the cello by an elder who goes home next transfer so this was his last fireside and his piece ("Oh, How Lovely Was the Morning") is my favorite of the whole fireside.
Lately as I've contemplated what we've heard from General Conference I thought about what an experience it must be to live or work with one of the Twelve and hear their words of advice or see their every day examples. One day I read Alma 31 where Alma is brought down in godly sorrow for the people praying from Rammeumptom and he prays for patience and comfort in Christ as he will suffer affliction from the people in his efforts to bring them unto Christ. I'm not sure what it was about that chapter specifically but afterwards I left with a feeling that living around an apostle is just what the scriptures do for us. They are a record of prophets that lived; they share advice and are examples to us if we choose to read about them everyday. We have the living words and personal advice of prophets available to us everyday, whether or not we get walk with them.
Have a great week!
Sister Dunster
P.S. Happy birthday mom!
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