My Feet Are Tired

This week was probably one of the top hardest weeks of my mission, but mostly because of how hard we worked. In Roswell it was sooooo easy to get 70 contacts in a week... In Cleveland it's a whole different story! And last week Sister Jones and I made the goal to truly get 70 contacts this week.

We planned in a lot of tracting time and made sure we would get the 70. The days were hotter than heck. The humidity was just plain nasty. My feet hurt by the end of the day. My legs were tired. And I would crash into bed so quick. And we didn't get 70. We feel satisfied, however, because we know we did our best. We did not waste any time, we were out working and finding and walking and teaching all day. 

We are experiencing a lot of blessings as a result of our consecration. Almost every person we would talk to was at least kind and courteous to us, that's not always too common. On Thursday we had an hour or so before we went home, and so we drove toward home and picked somewhere to tract. Sister Jones told me to turn left on the next turn and we did. We went down this older road with lots of trees on the side-- though that's everywhere here let's be honest-- and a dead end. We parked, got out and climbed/hiked up this extremely steep hill. (I better have fantastic legs from all the mile long driveways everyone has!) We get to this magnificent house and knock on the door. This lady answers and just lets us in. Turns out, her husband is a member. He grew up in Idaho, his sister is actually the lady that text mom that picture my first Sunday here, and he's been less active for a long time. They told us we're the first missionaries they've ever let into their home. They really liked us because we weren't judgmental of them and were just normal around them. They have a daughter who is an uber talented artist and looks like Zoey Deschenal. We talked to them until we needed to start driving home and they even drove us to our car because it was raining cats and dogs by that point. It was a really awesome experience. I wish I could relay how cool it felt to truly be used by the Lord to show someone that we actually care about who they are, and they're not just another person we want baptized or reactivated. Amazing. 

Then on Friday we planned appointments all through the night so we wouldn't be getting a dinner. Which, typically we give ourselves that time for dinner, but a less active lady is getting surgery tomorrow and we wanted her to receive a priesthood blessing. Well, our first appointment for the evening ended up being a dinner appointment. They made really delicious fajitas (with chicken not ground beef) and we had a dinner. It was awesome. Definitely a blessing. 

Oh, also, on Tuesday we went tracting in a trailer park and this lady comes to the door. She spoke a little differently and told us that she is hard of hearing. Guess what! I got to use sign language and talk to her! It was really cool. I couldn't tell her everything because I can't remember everything. But we got enough out to teach her about the Book of Mormon and leave one with her. It was really awesome. 

Anyway. I'm super tired, but it's a really good tired. I love it and I love being a missionary.

Love you all so much!

Sister Smith