This week we had Sisters Conference, for which we made ornaments and wrote notes for President and Sister Murdock. Sister Murdock’s mom passed away this week, so we all sort of leapt into action. We went over to deliver the ornaments and the notes just before Sister Murdock flew to Utah for the funeral, and then we all commenced taking over Sister Murdock’s role in putting together their annual Christmas open house. We ran errands, cooked, cleaned, etc. It was nice being able to do something for the Murdocks. They do so much for us. Turns out service really is a great way to feel the Spirit.
Throughout this whole process, however, I came down with a bad cold. I guess that’s alright, considering I really haven’t been sick my entire mission, but it still wasn’t/ isn’t my favorite thing.
Christmas is this week. I hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas season, filled with the joy of our Savior’s birth and His incredible gift.
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that life is all about change. Hopefully change for the better. Only change for the better is really tough when we’re on our own. Like, really, really, tough. But Jesus Christ came to the earth so that we could be saved by Grace and changed by Grace. And that’s the Gospel for you.
Peace and blessings. Merry Christmas.
There are mostly only two things that I want to say about this week:
1. We did a trillion mini exchanges. E’erybody is sick this week, so we did little splits so that lessons could still be taught. The show must go on. It was kinda fun though, we got to go gallivanting all over Littleton, Highlands Ranch, and Golden.
2. Shout out to Tammy Anderson, angel among women. Sister Rod and I were downstairs doing weekly planning, when Sister Sabey came down and said we had a huge package on the doorstep! We eagerly ran to the foot of the stairs to see our spoils. It really was a huge bag full of Christmas joy! From none other than Tammy Anderson, who’s dad is my Grandma Bonnie’s cousin. Did I get that right? Well, I have to tell you, there is nothing like a little lovin from the extended family tree. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Other than that, I took a picture with a Portola sign and I felt right at home.
Other than that, the gators are good and the church is true.
This week was full of so much thanks and so much giving. Shout out to the Lyons for feeding us Thanksgiving dinner. If you want to meet 20 some odd people that will change your life, meet the Lyons. And get this, they have a daughter named Jen and a granddaughter named Jocelyn. Don’t worry, I’m including a Jen, Jen Joslin, Jocelyn picture.
So does anyone remember how last Thanksgiving Sister Cope and I just had the worst night? Okay, I just looked back at that blog entry and this is all I said:
“On thanksgiving night Sister Cope and I were in bed, maybe having a little pillow talk, and we were maybe a little agitated about one thing or another. We just couldn’t sleep at all. So midnight rolls around, and we weigh our options, and we decide that between trying to sleep or getting out of bed to eat pie and mashed potatoes, trying to sleep is the inferior option. So we just sat in the dark and ate our feelings, and fell soundly to sleep right after.”