July 21, 2018 -- Homeless Kisses
Hello Wonderful People!
Every time I write one of these I have to think for a few minutes about what I want to include in my email. There are so many things that happen to us in a week, it's hard to decide what is the most important to share. This week I didn't have that struggle, because I know EXACTLY what story to share!! For those of you who might not read my whole email every time, you'll want to read this one.
On Tuesday I was on exchanges with Sister Call. We were walking to the church from our apartment, and while on our way there we stopped and talked to a man who seemed a little lost. He saw our nametags and burst into tears! From what we could understand, (he was crying really hard) his wife was very ill and lived in Georgia. He needed to get back home to her, and all he needed in order to do so was $18 for the Greyhound Bus. He was pleading with us, sobbing, and saying "God, please!" We wanted to help him, but we had no way to. Missionaries don't really have a lot of money either. We said a prayer with him, and then he went on his way. I couldn't get him off my mind though, and I wondered how the Lord would take care of him.
Yesterday, Sister Boyce and I were getting sushi because that was probably our last Friday together. (More on that later). As Sister Boyce was inviting one of the people we met there to come to church with us, the SAME homeless man saw us! He ran up to me because he remembered my face, and in tears he begged us for help. He kept saying, "Sister Scott! Please Sister Scott, the Lord works in mysterious ways!" He was wearing the exact same clothes, asking for the exact same amount of money, and told the exact same story. I had forgotten that the first time I had met him was with Sister Call, and so I assumed that Sister Boyce knew what was going on. So I was trying to help Sister Boyce invite the other random guy to church, figure out how to help my sobbing homeless man, and understand why Sister Boyce didn't understand what was going on, all at the same time. Also in the middle of this, the waiter brought Sister Boyce and I our Sushi. Long story short, our new-found church invitee ended up helping with money, and Sister Boyce and I left our sushi in the care of some nice strangers while we went on an adventure with a homeless man that involved two ATMS, a phone-call with our bishop (in which I helped plan a baptism), and a very confused Sister Boyce. In the end, the homeless man received a total of $30. When that small amount of money was is his hand, he ran over to me and hugged me tighter than I have ever been hugged before in my life, yelled "GOD BLESS YOU SISTER SCOTT!" And then gave me a sloppy, sweaty, wet kiss all over my neck. He then proceeded to do the same thing to Sister Boyce. We are both still in shock. We then walked back to our sushi, which was still there (thank goodness!) and then decided to get ice cream afterwards to try to calm down. While there we met a Christian and a Buddhist and had a lively discussion on why we are called "Sisters". Needless to say, it was a very eventful 30 minutes of our lives.
And that is the story of my first mission kiss.
If that doesn't sum up my life as a missionary, I don't know what does! It doesn't get better than this, helping God's children in anyway that we can, and watching the Lord provide for them. At the end of the day, if nothing else, I can say with a surety that I made a difference for that one son of God. I am going to miss crazy moments like that! Even if I won't miss the stress that comes with them.
This coming week is transfers! We usually get transfer news on Sunday afternoon or Monday morning. When my P-Day was Monday, that meant that I was able to tell all y'all the news before it actually happened. Now, when I write next week, it will have already occured! So by the time you read my next email, my whole life could be different! Surprise! Sister Boyce and I are sad because we feel like she might be leaving. She has been on campus for 6 months now, and so she probably has a change coming for her soon. We are hoping that nothing changes, but we will see.
Kaleel is still doing really well! He is excited for his baptism, and even asked us if he could move it up a week! So now he is going to be baptized on August 11th, which is my Dad's birthday!! Happy Birthday Daddy! Hopefully that goes through on that day. That would be a dream come true!
If you couldn't tell, I love being a missionary. I love all the beautiful, crazy, terrifying, wonderful things that go with that. I love the Lord. I love His children, I love the Book of Mormon, and I love you all! Until next week friends- and hey! Make sure to read from the Book of Mormon!
Every time I write one of these I have to think for a few minutes about what I want to include in my email. There are so many things that happen to us in a week, it's hard to decide what is the most important to share. This week I didn't have that struggle, because I know EXACTLY what story to share!! For those of you who might not read my whole email every time, you'll want to read this one.
On Tuesday I was on exchanges with Sister Call. We were walking to the church from our apartment, and while on our way there we stopped and talked to a man who seemed a little lost. He saw our nametags and burst into tears! From what we could understand, (he was crying really hard) his wife was very ill and lived in Georgia. He needed to get back home to her, and all he needed in order to do so was $18 for the Greyhound Bus. He was pleading with us, sobbing, and saying "God, please!" We wanted to help him, but we had no way to. Missionaries don't really have a lot of money either. We said a prayer with him, and then he went on his way. I couldn't get him off my mind though, and I wondered how the Lord would take care of him.
Yesterday, Sister Boyce and I were getting sushi because that was probably our last Friday together. (More on that later). As Sister Boyce was inviting one of the people we met there to come to church with us, the SAME homeless man saw us! He ran up to me because he remembered my face, and in tears he begged us for help. He kept saying, "Sister Scott! Please Sister Scott, the Lord works in mysterious ways!" He was wearing the exact same clothes, asking for the exact same amount of money, and told the exact same story. I had forgotten that the first time I had met him was with Sister Call, and so I assumed that Sister Boyce knew what was going on. So I was trying to help Sister Boyce invite the other random guy to church, figure out how to help my sobbing homeless man, and understand why Sister Boyce didn't understand what was going on, all at the same time. Also in the middle of this, the waiter brought Sister Boyce and I our Sushi. Long story short, our new-found church invitee ended up helping with money, and Sister Boyce and I left our sushi in the care of some nice strangers while we went on an adventure with a homeless man that involved two ATMS, a phone-call with our bishop (in which I helped plan a baptism), and a very confused Sister Boyce. In the end, the homeless man received a total of $30. When that small amount of money was is his hand, he ran over to me and hugged me tighter than I have ever been hugged before in my life, yelled "GOD BLESS YOU SISTER SCOTT!" And then gave me a sloppy, sweaty, wet kiss all over my neck. He then proceeded to do the same thing to Sister Boyce. We are both still in shock. We then walked back to our sushi, which was still there (thank goodness!) and then decided to get ice cream afterwards to try to calm down. While there we met a Christian and a Buddhist and had a lively discussion on why we are called "Sisters". Needless to say, it was a very eventful 30 minutes of our lives.
And that is the story of my first mission kiss.
If that doesn't sum up my life as a missionary, I don't know what does! It doesn't get better than this, helping God's children in anyway that we can, and watching the Lord provide for them. At the end of the day, if nothing else, I can say with a surety that I made a difference for that one son of God. I am going to miss crazy moments like that! Even if I won't miss the stress that comes with them.
This coming week is transfers! We usually get transfer news on Sunday afternoon or Monday morning. When my P-Day was Monday, that meant that I was able to tell all y'all the news before it actually happened. Now, when I write next week, it will have already occured! So by the time you read my next email, my whole life could be different! Surprise! Sister Boyce and I are sad because we feel like she might be leaving. She has been on campus for 6 months now, and so she probably has a change coming for her soon. We are hoping that nothing changes, but we will see.
Kaleel is still doing really well! He is excited for his baptism, and even asked us if he could move it up a week! So now he is going to be baptized on August 11th, which is my Dad's birthday!! Happy Birthday Daddy! Hopefully that goes through on that day. That would be a dream come true!
If you couldn't tell, I love being a missionary. I love all the beautiful, crazy, terrifying, wonderful things that go with that. I love the Lord. I love His children, I love the Book of Mormon, and I love you all! Until next week friends- and hey! Make sure to read from the Book of Mormon!
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