I don't have much to report as far as missionary work goes this week. We actually taught more lessons than normal last week, which was nice for us. Even with more set lessons, the week was still very long. It didn't help that it rained for three days straight. When it rains like that the temperature drops down into the 40's (cold for California), which can make it hard to stay motivated about going out and knocking doors. Hopefully next week it will be sunny again!

February 28, 2012

Here's my investigator update for the week. We lost one of the investigators that we have been working with. I guess the opposition was just too much for her. She was getting so much flack from her family that she just decided to take the easy route by going to a church her husband approves of. As if we weren't heartbroken enough about it, the WML's wife is blaming us for her choice.

On a better note, the two young investigators that we have are doing great. I think i've made a really good connection with one of them. In fact, he hugged me after sacrament meeting this last Sunday, Haha, I just instinctively hugged him back without even thinking about it, and it was really funny to see the looks on peoples faces after the fact. Oops! He kind of reminds me of Weston with his curly hair.

Oh, I have a cool story to tell you. We were visiting some elderly people in the ward this last week and we stopped in on this couple. He and his wife are German immigrants, and, get this, he fought under Hitler in WWII! True Story! Can you believe that? He was actually on the front lines when the Nazis invaded Russia. When the war ended he was captured by some Americans who then turned him over to the Russians. He spent five years in a Russian prisoner of war camp and was one of the 10% or so (if that) who survived. He told us about how his faith in God kept him alive (he was already a member of the church) and how he refused to drink the coffee that they gave the prisoners to drink instead of water. To stay alive he would drink water from a contaminated well, but he would pray every time he had to drink it and he never once got sick. Isn't that amazing? He enlisted when he was sixteen years old and wasn't released from the camp until he was 22. His family was told that he'd been killed in action, so they were quite surprised when he showed up on the doorstep one day. Anyway, he was the sweetest old man on the planet. He's the guy in the pictures standing next to the model of the Salt Lake temple. He built an entire little city in his backyard with a train running through it, and the whole thing lights up! It's amazing!

I love and miss you all!