May 27th

Mystery of the week: It took 2 and 1/2 weeks from the time a friend emailed me saying it was on its way, for a letter to get from Salt Lake, to my hands. If it had come from South America, or Russia, it would make sense, but I can officially say I've received an opened letter. It's both hilarious and disturbing how the top is completely cut off (also cutting off my friend's name), and the side, to be stapled together once on the side, with a little piece of tape to seal the top. We examined everything about to see if maybe my friend did it before he sent it, but the stamp itself had been stamped by the mail, and the edges of it were cut off, so it had to have happened after it was stamped. I have yet to ask the office if that's the way they found it, but the letter itself was fine.

Sister McQuivey's been sick a lot lately, so I spent hours one day completely cleaning the house. It was time well spent because we just had inspections today, so we didn't have much to clean in preparation because of it. It makes for slow missionary work, but she's been trying different diets to see if they help, and they haven't, so Sister Weaver said she'll get her a doctor's appointment soon.

The other day when we were still on foot we stopped to rest at a bus stop when the bus snuck up on us and we took it out of courtesy (we have unlimited bus cards). We went several blocks before getting off, and after walking down a street in a predominantly white area (if people are not Asian we categorize them as white), what should we see but a Cambodian walking with a bag of groceries! We looked at each other, then dropped our bags to run after him. We caught him before he reached the street and talked to him to see if he'd be interested in learning about Jesus Christ. He was somewhat busy, but not apposed to us coming by to teach him and his wife! So we're going to meet with him sometime this coming week hopefully.

It's been a little hard staying at home for so long, but there's only so much you can do about circumstances you can't control, and I'm learning that sometimes it takes faith to be happy. I didn't realize that faith could play a role in such a simple thing, but it takes faith to know that all trials are temporary, and know that no matter what, they will end. And God has a plan for us, so as long as we do our best in the circumstances we're given, all will work out in the end. :)

Love you!

Sister Dunster