This week was a little bit nuts.
Tuesday was probably one of the craziest experiences I have ever had yet. We were walking toward one of the rougher streets, Hna Marble calls it a mini Mexico, to contact a referral we were given a while ago. As we turned onto the street however, we run smack into about 5 cop cars, scattered all over. We decide to stop and wait a little while, to see if the cops would tell us if it was safe or not and sure enough the first one that drove by told us, "It's nothin too serious, you're good!" So we head down the street as the cops drive away. About halfway down, there were a couple of guys standing in front of a white truck. We hadn't been sure where the cops ended up being and so we had no reason to think that we just walked into the reason why they were there. Long story short, one of the guys, Scott, just had a really really horrible messy break-up. That was not quite finished when we happened to walk by. The pain that he was in was tangible, there was a horrible spirit there and we basically stood and watched her move out with not a few swear words. It's rather difficult to describe exactly everything that was happening but eventually Tim asked if we could still say the prayer that had gotten interrupted with Scott chucking her stuff into the back of Tim's truck. We got into a prayer circle as Scott continued to storm back and forth, still swearing up and down at everything and everyone. Finally I just started praying. And I kept praying until Scott eventually went inside and everything on the street went quiet. A calm settled over the street and the Spirit replaced the harsh feelings that had just moments before covered the entire street. It was hard, so hard to see how much pain that is in the world. Sometimes, as a missionary, you forget how many horrible things happen in the world day to day. And how grateful I am to have the gospel and the spirit with us as a constant companion, to bring us the peace that seems to be becoming smaller and smaller every day.
I don't have time to talk about the rest of the crazy things that happened but in other news I will be training a new missionary!
Les quiero!
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Sister Jaycie Baird
Washington Yakima Mission
Gonna be a trainer!!
We look like the sisters off of the district X)
our rockin awesome tan-lines
trying to figure out the new way to plan with PMG (Preach my gospel) - we dissected the area book...
top view
she packed, I planned. Sad day :(
The beautiful thing about Washington is that everyone has some seriously
intense gardens and they like to give us fresh fruits and vegetables :)
these are plum thingies? I dunno
They're redder than cherries on the inside, super sweet with a tart skin
I have accidentally cultivated a fruit fly farm. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of larvaaaaaaaaae. It was initially a trap, but they multiplied.
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