Crazy Town

Hey everyone!

So this week has definitely been one of those weeks where I just look back at it and laugh at all the weird stuff that has happened...I love serving in Chula but there are definitely some crazy people around here! But that's what makes missionary life interesting right? So here's the low down about the crazy's we've ran into this past week:

1) Saturday afternoon we get a mass text from some of the Elder's informing us about a crazy lady that is creepin' on the Elders in our complex. Apparently she is just house-sitting so she won't be here too long (thank goodness!) Thankfully we have not run into her yet. But from the Elder's stories, she is a Ginger (which my family knows I'm already scared of this lady), she likes to bake odd casseroles and drop it off at the Elders apartment, and she likes to yell her name at them and scream "YOLO" followed by some profanities. But no need to worry, Sis. Mims and I have already developed a system to make sure the "coast is clear" before we leave/come back to the apartment and have planned out our escape strategy just in case we do run into her. Lessons Learned: Always lock your doors. Drop to the floor when you hear someone knock on your door so they can't see you through the window. Elder's WILL try to prank you and pretend to be "Kelly" @ your door...

2) Roxyene.Roxyene.Roxyene. I don't know if I ever wrote about her in my email a couple of months ago. So the first time I met her was with Sis. Roberts. Roxy just showed up to church and told us about how her hair got burned off by "Solar Flares" and a ton of gibberish that I really did not understand. So this past Sunday we walk in to the chapel 5 mins before Church starts and Sis. Watkins comes up to us and is like "There is a lady named Roxyene here and she says she wants to get baptized!" and I look over and there is Roxyene sitting in the middle of a pew in the middle section wearing a scarf wraped around her head smiling and waving at me! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I almost had a mini heart attack. But I smiled and we went and sat next to her and this is what went down:

Roxy: "I remember you!"

Me: "Ya.......I remember you too!"

Roxy: "This is my 3rd time coming to church, I want to become a member!"

Me: "Oh yeah?!........(changing the subject) Well how have you been lately?"

Roxy: "I'm doing okay, I'm getting kind of tired from my studies and I'm going to take a break from a little while."

Me: "What have you been studying?"

Roxy: "Websters...."

Me: "Websters.......Dictionary?"

Roxy: "Mmmhhmmmm!"

Well, last time she booked it out of the Chapel right after the Sacrament. This time she actually made it through the 2nd talk before she peaced out! Lesson Learned: You NEVER know who will show up to Church each week. Always be polite! Always be on your toes.

3. The last one has really taught me the most. The other night, Sister Mims and I decided that we would try stopping by a name on the Ward List that we knew nothing about. We knock on the door, the son answers, and we ask if this guy lived there. This kid automatically says, "We're Christian" and without hesitating Sis, Mims goes, "Well yeahhhh, so are we!" before he could close the door on us. So he goes and gets his Dad and we talk to him for a minute before his wife comes out. We smiled @ her and introduced ourselves to her and she was nice for a minute. But then when she realizes that we are Missionaries for the Mormon Church she goes full on Anti on us and starts telling us why she thinks we are NOT Christian, why she thinks we are a cult, yelling @ her husband because she told him when they got married that he could never ever EVER practice the Mormon religion EVER again. Then she proceeded to tell us about how "awful" her husband is and starting yelling all these profain words out there. We just stood there in complete shock. Spirit was immediately gone. But we just asked if there were any questions that she had that we could answer and then wished them a good night and left. Once we got in the car I realized how much I have grown on my mission. Before, if someone started yelling all that stuff to me, I would have gotten SUPER ticked. But that night, I just felt bad for this lady. Lesson Learned: I honestly feel like we did exactly what the Savior would have done and that was a pretty cool feeling.

In times of difficulty or trial, look for the blessings and lessons that God is teaching you. You never know what you'll learn!

xoxo Sister Morgan