Entitled to Know/ #awkward missionary

Aloha!

 

I broke the only spatula in the apartment last week which made it very difficult for Sister Megli to bake the three batches of cookies required for a variety of things this week. There was this moment

"Where's the...?....oh....yeah..."

Whoops.

#awkwardmissionary

 

Also, we were sitting behind a lady in the Bahn, and I noticed a teeny tiny spider in her hair.

"Excuse me"

I say

She promptly turns...

"There's a spider in your hair..."

and sends the spider flying down her back.

Sister Megli and I, our eyes bulge

She turns and I vainly attempt to get the spider without sticking my head down this lady's shirt.

Too late

Much too late

"Is it gone?"

"Eheh....yeah."

"Oh thank you, thank you!"

Now I just feel terrible and I look over at Sister Megli who is trying not to laugh.

Then I crack a smile, and we giggle silently until the lady stands up at the next stop, turns to us, thanks us again, and leaves. I'm praying that the spider dies before causing any damage. Just kidding. #awkwardmissionary

 

So last week we were talking to this sweet Chinese girl, who spoke no German and like five English words. She was so sweet, and said she didn't know much about God, so I pull out my finest sign language skills and point at the sky and say "God", then point at myself "brings me", then I touch my heart and spread my hands outward "hope". Then I turn to Sister Megli. She followed suit, except she said "love" with hands on her heart instead of hope. The girl I guess got the message and said she would like a Book of Mormon in Chinese. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen events, we didn't get to give her a Book, which will probably bother me forever, because I think she would have loved it, and would have loved to know what in the world we were taking about.

So this week, we see this Turkish lady at a European drinking fountain (aka stone head with drinkable water coming out in the middle of the plaza), and she was in the same boat, and so I tried my sign language again. I pointed up at the sky, or meant to, but didn't realize that I was actually pointing at the underside of the stone stairs right above us. So I point up and say"Gott" and she smiles and nods and says "pass auf!" Which means, be careful!

We left.

#awkwardmissionary

 

This week has been so much different than last week, and it was because of one simple idea. The people in Germany are entitled to know about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. That's what I'm here for. Everything else is irrelevant. The rest is in the hands of the Lord, and in the choices of the people. I learned something else this week. If you don't love what you are doing, then you aren't doing it correctly. Meaning. Life doesn't have to be as hard as we make it out to be. That doesn't mean it will be any easier, but it will make more sense, and that means we'll have more hope.

 

We are entitled to know more deeply the love that God has for each of His children, and as we recognize that, we will come to better understand why life is sometimes unfair.

 

There are many times when we must withhold judgment and trust God, even in the midst of “all these things.” Elder Maxwell

That's all I've got time for.

Love you!!

Sister Roderer