Settling In, Hunkering Down

 I was excited to wake up this morning because it was supposed to snow.  I opened all the curtains and blinds and turned on the Christmas tree lights and settled into a chair where I could see outside.  I checked my phone to see what the weather was saying.  It kept moving the chance of snow back.  I sat here doing my morning study  for nearly a couple of hours waiting for the snow, and finally gave up.  At one point, there was a 90% chance of snow!  But not a single snowflake fell from the sky.

At this rate, I will be able to get some serious study and reading in.  If only I could stay awake.  I'm afraid that I'm doing what a lot of "older" people do, and that is I fall asleep whenever I sit down to read....and sometimes when we watch a movie.  Oh well.

In the afternoon we went for a walk.  I think we went for all of a mile and a half.  But that wasn't bad.  It was in the 30's and there was a light breeze and it was chilly.  But I love it!  SK - not so much.  We walked through the downtown area, because SK wanted to see if the banks were still open.  They must be "essential" because they were indeed, open.

It was interesting to walk along some of the busiest streets, and see the difference between last week, or the week before and this week.  Last week, things were bustling with happy people, thrilled to be out shopping.  This week, so few places were open. People were out, but it was a somber atmosphere, made even more solemn by the cold gray weather.  As was the case in Denmark and here (last winter) it seems like everyone is wearing black.  That also adds to a certain grimness about being out.

There is no Family Home Evening tonight.  With so many gone, and so many otherwise occupied, there is no interest in showing up for a Zoom meeting.  We will sit here together....SK working on Indexing and me reading in the comfort and warmth of our little flat until 9, and then we will join our young missionaries for a zoom meeting.  

This is their P-day....preparation day.  They do their shopping, clean their flats, do their laundry, a multipurpose day of sorts.  I'm certain they were doing all those things, but look at these texts from them to our zone (about 7 companionships including us).  You can see that there is no lessening of enthusiasm or drive.  

This is not an easy time to be a missionary....but then there never has been an easy time.  I think the ones who are able to stay the course will have some very inspiring stories to tell someday.




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melissa said…
I think all of you missionaries will have quite the stories to tell! And I love the British spelling in the texts!!
December 29, 2020 at 9:23 PM
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