Miracle Week

 

This week was something else, let me tell ya. This letter covers like
one millionth of the things that happened.

So um. First off, I love sleepovers. The Hermanas from Far Rock have
stayed at our pad the last week because their's got broken into. The
rock is part of our area and it's like the Harlem of our
mission...sooooo sketch. They've been followed home and getting creepy
texts a ton this week so I feel super bad for them. Cosmo and I are so
lucky that we have a cush pad in a nice neighborhood. I think Heavenly
Father knew I couldn't handle no ghetto area on my first transfer. I
was slightly creeped out when one of them made my bed for me though.
It kinda chapped my cat because if you make it it's like not the same
ever again. And then one of them tried to hug me, while I was in my
bed. That filth don't fly back in Nevada and I shot out of my bed like
a rocket. She was prolly offended but seriously, I don't hug other
girls while I'm in bed. So the next little while should be fun till
they get their living sich figured out.

We went to see this adorable Hatian lady on Wednesday. She comes to
church and believes everything but she doesn't "need" to be baptized
twice which is awk cause you really do. But she makes us these omlets
with this Jamaican sauce...Oh. My. Hot. Every fiery sensation that has
ever happened in my mouth combined together into what this sauce felt
like. It was like liquid fire with hot pepper seeds mixed in. I'm just
like wolfing this stuff down thinking that I'll make my death quick
and painless. For the record, that doesn't work.

We have 6 baptisms this week, all in the ocean. There was a hurricane
watch so our little new member peeps were freaking out about it. 3 of
them rain checked (hah) for two weeks later so that was sad :( the
other two week through with it yesterday and it was such a great
baptism. I dunno what it is about doing it on the beach but the spirit
is sooo strong at those baptisms.

Speaking of hurricanes, weekly planning was absolutely crazy! I felt
like I had 20 kids to schedule their lives for the week. When we
finally finished that on Thursday we went to see a lady in the Rock.
There were these horrifying death clouds covering the entire city and
we could only see the light at the horizon. So were kinda having a bad
night, our 3 baptisms got cancelled, we are like in a hurricane, and
we didn't have a blender to make our crepes for district breakfast the
next morning. And then we get pulled over by the cop that has been
following us for the last 10 min. Ok pause. I know half my letters are
stories about getting hit on by random strangers, and that's because I
could never write down all the lessons we teach and all the people I
meet and all that stuff, plus we aren't supposed to, so you get the
creepy stories. Sorry. These two just stacked cops walk up on either
side and the one says "whoa!" (Haha made me think of Pa) so we are
each getting talked to by these officers cause we were driving without
headlights. But that lasted for like 1 sentence and then they started
asking where we were from and what we were doing in a neighborhood
like that. The one guy was like, "we were NOT expecting YOU to be in
this car." Anyway they talked to us way longer than necessary and then
told us we were very pretty and they would let us go. Thanks for the
genes Ma. The whole thing was just hilarious, these poor officers were
just stuttering and we're trying not to laugh. Anyway back to not
having a blender. So we go to Wavecrest where the Hermanas live to
borrow theirs. We walk into the building and there's this HUGE
rat...of course Cosmo just about dies. Well I would be making fun of
her but on the way out this enormous dog just about attacks me and I'm
like whiter than the baptismal suits in the trunk of Calvin (the
Subaru). I honestly think it was a miracle we made it home that night,
it was dropping buckets of rain on us, the lightening was non-stop,
and stuff was getting real.

Oh and Independence Day really took away my independence this year
cause we got a call from President, we are staying in Belle Harbor
which is beyond ideal, but the reason that kinda took away the freedom
is that I'M GETTING A TWIN. We are gonna be all about that trio life
in The Harbor come Tuesday at noon! I feel bad for her, it's gonna be
hard coming into the perfect companionship (hah), but we are gonna
make this the best experience of her life and are stoked for it! We
did service till 4 and then got all gussied up for party time aka
Steve and Terry's. We stayed there for a bit and then went to a block
party on beach 127th street. We know every person on that street and
they like the Mormon missionaries...and we met some new people too so
it was great! They had AMAZING food, ribs, shark (eeeh?), and every
other BBQ food ever invented. As we drove home all of NYC was
completely lit up with fireworks. Wherever we looked there were some
going off, Manhattan, Long Island, the ocean, Queens, Staten Island.
It was seriously unforgettable. One of the greatest 4ths ever!

Saturday we took a sister to the temple for the first time. It was
like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Or trying to
get a New Yorker to spend time with their kids. Or turn on their
blinker. Satan was prolly having a fit cause we just beat the filth
outta him on that one. We finally got there 2 hours late and she had a
wonderful time! We drove into Manhattan this time instead of taking
the train or the ferry. I actually liked the city this time which was
kinda weird. Prolly cause we drove past all the clothes stores.

Even though it was crazy this has been the greatest week of the mish.
I say that every week but don't let it chap your cat, I totally mean
it. A mission is the greatest thing anyone could do, it blesses you
and you can bless others, which blesses you more and it just keeps
blessing everyone and it just slays me seeing people get blessed and
be so happy because of the gospel. I love it. It's a blessing. Did I
mention the mission is a blessing? Thanks everyone for your support
and letters and emails!

Love ya all,
Sister Wadsworth