This week´s title
inspired by another classic occasion on what seemed to be an ordinary
missionary day, but that which actually becomes something that lures around you
for the days to come.
Friday. We had taken
our casual 2 hour trek up to Groningen to work with the Zusters and visit the
Romigs for the day, helping out for the Halloween party and observing things
the zusters might have needed help with. Had a glorious lunch at KFC (the ONLY
place in the Netherlands with free refills, quick shout out) and taught a
wonderfully pure and senile man named Peter about the Restoration and addiction
recovery. Following, we biked past a zip line, decided to stop for 5 minutes
with the zusters and try it out. (FYI there are no hills here so a zip line is
much less impressive than you would expect). The first time went great. The
second time, with perhaps too much confidence, my foot slipped off the wet
platform and I am soon flying down the line. I wasn’t high enough on the rope
so I came flying into the muddy ground, momentum still increasing and I am
being dragged on my back in the grass HAHA until I give up, let go, and lay
there looking into the cloudy skies hearing only the tickle me Elmo laugh of my
wonderful companion and the sisters. So now I have a filthy bag, I still have
to wash my coat, a degraded sense of dignity and a memory to share with you
all. Moral of the story: Beware of pride, boy.
In other news, Jose is
KILLING it right now with her progression towards the 21st. We taught the Word
of Wisdom, Prophets, prayer, scripture study, church attendance, and the 10
commandments this week. And she takes it like a champ. She is planning on
getting tasty substitutes for tea at work this week and to stop with the coffee
ASAP. I can tell that she doesn´t fully understand the whys or why nots to the
commandments we teach, but she has the light of testimony in her eyes that says
´´it doesn´t matter, that´s just how it is´´ MONEY. She and Familie Van
Vriesland that we teach with are first class missionary dreams.
I was also able to
teach a killer first lesson with a new missionary this week and his reaction
and pure joy over this new investigator was a highlight of my week.
Every week is an
adventure and we end up all over the country in a span of 7 days. This week we
plan on heading to the temple in Zoetermeer so Elder Abankie can go again
before he heads home to Suriname. Lucky for me, I get to be the dead weight
companion that goes along (Hookah)
The members in
Apeldoorn are still fantastic like before. We eat with Oma and Opal Klosterboer
every week and the members constantly want us over to visit on Sundays. Love
them.
This week has its fate
in store. But for everything ridiculous there is always a miracle attached. An
equal and opposite reaction. #ThankyouIsaacNewton
Love you all wherever
you are in the 50
Eder Trevan Scott
Reese
A super awesome
member, Amaro, has this mural painted of a scripture found in the ominous book
of Omni. Its pretty chill.
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