Heeeelllllooooo my people!
How are you all doing?
This week was pretty boring and I'm searching for things to share.
Sis. Bradley is still a boss and basically the reason I'm alive.
We made shirts for our P-day activity last week and I realized that is definitely a skill I developed during polo. So many spray paint shirts.
Honestly, this week was pretty hard. We spent a lot of time knocking and hardly got into houses. The ward we are working with right now has very different struggles than the one in West Palm and so we've been trying to do more member work. Almost every single time it was a heart breaker. We stopped by an older Cuban man, named Bernardo, and he was so happy to see us. He talked for a little bit, but was very conscious that we had to leave...like he was grateful for every minute we were "giving up" for him. He was very calm and almost resigned to it, but he said "It is so good to see you. The family members I live with here don't talk to me. But it was really good. Two weeks ago I got a five minute phone call from Brother Jimenez (a ward member)." My whole life, I have wanted to do humanitarian work and serve. I finally understood during that moment that there is so much we can do just around us. Even small, five minute phone calls make someone's day....someone's two weeks. Being a missionary has made me realize the kind of member and the kind of person I want to be.
We also went to Mia's house for dinner this week. Sylvia was there with her son, Matthew. This child is the best behaved 2 year old I've EVER met. He is so calm...he sat through all of Sacrament meeting without any problems. Anyway, I was helping him figure out one of his toys before we left and he kept calling me mama (that's what he calls all girls). It hurt really bad to watch this little boy and know his real mom was in the back room making drug deals. I've thought a lot this week about how we really are living in the last days and the attacks come from so many different directions. No one is immune it and everyone faces such deep problems that those around them don't know about. That is why the little acts matter so much. We just have to do the best we can in whatever situation we face. In the end, we answer to God. No one else.
This week, I am extremely grateful for the knowledge that God knows our individual situations and what he truly cares about is our motivations.
Also, it is really weird that school is starting up again because I feel like people were talking about the end of school two days ago. I hope you all have an awesome week! And for those of you starting school again... I'm sorry.
I love you tons and miss you.
-Sister Bren Scadden
P.S. Also, the title is because of the picture I will send.