Number Four Tucked Away

 It is a little unnerving to have a stranger come into your home without advanced notice. But our doorbell rang at about 10 this morning, while we were studying together. SK jumped up and went to answer the door.  I sat in the living room listening to the interchange.  I could tell it was a man, a cheerful but loud voice ringing out.  Pretty soon, he was standing in our living room with SK introducing himself.

At the door was a tall young man with an unruly shock of short dark hair in an overcoat, wearing a mask. He is with the management company and here to check on how the flat is doing. He asked, "Didn't you get my email?" We hadn't.  Nevertheless here he was - ready to look over, in and through this small flat, taking pictures as he went.  

I was grateful that SK had made the bed when he got up, and grateful that the kitchen looked clean and organized. I hurried into the bathroom to make sure there were no unmentionables hanging around. He spent about 20 minutes here with SK tagging along after him asking questions, making comments, and ultimately giving him a Book of Mormon, even though he was "an avowed agnostic."  You never know what may come of something like that.

A couple of Zoom meetings filled in a couple of hours, and then an hour this evening.  Tonight's mission call was a lot of announcements about the young missionaries getting their COVID shots soon and the process they must follow. It is zone conferences this week.  The first one was today, and our zone will go - in person - into London to the Hyde Park Chapel.  We will not be with them. (I hate not to be with them, I so enjoy being a part of that faithful little zone - who by the way were told last week by President Checketts that we are doing awesome work.) We will attend the zone conference in London tomorrow with a zone that isn't our own, but we've been here long enough that I know there will be missionaries there we know and love. Thursday we will be driving Angie and another lady to the temple to do baptisms for the dead. They are so excited! It will take the better part of the day, but it will be worth it. 

In the evening, I gave my lesson, (this was class number four) and I am grateful to say that everything went well. The time zipped by, we had a lot of wonderful ideas verbalized. The class seems to be getting to know one another. There were some amazing comments that just fill my heart with joy. I approached it tonight with fear and trepidation but am so very grateful that there were no glitches whatsoever.  Only ten left to go!

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melissa said…
I’m so glad it’s going well!
May 17, 2021 at 3:10 PM
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