Typhoon II

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Yet dear ones,

It hasn't all been roses, though. We've had to drop some investigators who need the gospel so bad because they yell, and I cry and it was so rough, but the members are so kind and tell me to stop worrying, that I am not a psychiatrist or a social worker, I'm a missionary.  But I still feel bad about people who need the gospel and Jesus Christ so much, but won't let Him into their lives.

In other news, another investigator has been giving us the cold shoulder and we finally figured out why.  In an odd twist, it has NOTHING to do with baptism, but it may be all about our attention to other teen investigators!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! 

Last night's conversation about it.... so funny--Sis. C explaining to me the twists and turns of teen social persona.

Sister Darcey: "I never understood this in High School 101. How does this dumb relationship stuff work???"

Sister C: "So I make you jealous which makes you upset, so now you try to make me upset, no, jealous, so that I'll give you more attention."

Sister Darcey "This sounds like a Shakespearean comedy. How do they fix it in the plays... let see, if it's a comedy, somebody dies, and then somebody gets married..."

...ten seconds of silence...

Both of us:  screaming and laughing. If you can figure it out, you can laugh, if you can't, I'm NOT saying anything more...

But on Sunday after spinning through a ROUGH gospel principles class (the persons yelling at me and persons ignoring me and my weepy through the whole lesson, wondering if I'm making things WORSE or better here,) I had a miraculous twist during the Relief Society lesson that helped me recognize the Lord's plan is bigger than any Level 10 typhoon in my life.  

"For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man." Moses 1:39 

The teacher stood up and bore testimony of missionary work, as her big sister (whom I met at a party and made friends with, then invited to English class in Tuen Mun and then put her in contact with the sisters there) is now meeting with missionaries and progressing and coming to church and her friend (whom we only taught once and it didn't go well, then passed her off to the island sisters) is also progressing.  She has had the second lesson and is coming to church. WOW. 

I heard of whirls of miracles in other areas with people I first contacted and then passed to other missionaries-- C., T., and R., all coming to church and getting baptized now!!! Just seeing it all come together at the end--in THIS last whirlwind of a week. 

Even an investigator in Yuen Long who started meeting with us because of our (what we thought was  almost total waste of time) St Patrick's Day activity is now baptized! God Is SO AMAZING.

I'm so spiraling happy that I'm never coming home. Seriously. It just keeps getting better, every day is the BEST DAY EVER and I don't know how I can bear to end this rush. 

My calling, my people, my city, my ward, my summer, my missionaries, my heart aches as I feel that I can't leave this; it's a little death. 

But Sister Cook did testify that just like when I came out here and prayed to love the people, I'm gonna need to pray that God will lend me the courage and faith that I can go home and learn to love my life with this much joy when I get back--it's so hard. 

Like my heart is just breaking. 

Love always, and as always: Pray for us!
Sister D.

P.S.  Mom, you are NOT allowed to pray that the work won't progress so I'll come home!!! OR that I'll get fleas (already have em!), constipation (that too...) or worms of some kind (none!... so far).