The Missionary Whisperer

Let me be blunt here: YES I know that missionaries aren't the first people you hope will be outside your door when you hear a knock on your door... a girl scout with cookies, a delivery man with a package, or even a pest control salesman might be more desirable to people than two girls with black name tags who want to bear their soul to teach teach you about Jesus Christ. But please, can people have a little courage and at least open the door to tell us they aren't interested??? Explanation for this rant: Last night around 7:30 we knocked on the apartment door of a less active member of the church whose 10 year old son who isn't a member just had a birthday. We heard music and laughter and rang the doorbell. Then we heard "who is it?" whispered voice: "the missionaries!" LOUD whispered voice: "Quick, Hide!!" I was so taken aback at what had just transpired that I begged Sister Hornberger to let me say "We know you're in there, open up so we can help you!" but she constrained me, so I settled for singing happy birthday very cheerfully before we left. Some people.

 My time to write is short but here are a few of my favorite moments from this week:

Last night we had a lesson about the Plan of Salvation with the 14 year old we are teaching at the home of the Hatch family, some amazing members that are super musical and cool. The lesson's we've had before have been crazy because Dylan's 7th grade friends have been there. Need I say more? This time it was just brother Hatch and his young son and Dylan. The spirit was so strong at the end as we asked him his thoughts on baptism and why he might want that. I know that we all chose to come to this Earth and I am so blessed to have the privilege to help remind people of God's plan- a plan they already chose before this life. At the end of the lesson I got to play "give Said the Little Stream" on guitar and Brother Hatch played his ukulele. I've missed music!

We had a big dinner with a few families and one of the people we're teaching, rich. Rich has been on his own since he was 15 and when he sat down to the table and notcied the wonderful group we had with us he immediately suggested we take a picture because he's not used to this sort of thing and it was kind of nice. The gospel gives us such a loving, supportive community.

The mountains take my breath away daily. I feel so much peace when I look up at them and remember that I am a child of a great creator. 

Love you all, keep writing me!

Love,

Sister Pearson

P.S. I contacted a hispanic man on the roof and a woman in the Walmart bathroom. success. I love people!