Three weeks ago I woke up in Dos Vientos with a little rash on my arm. I didn't pay much attention to it and just went on with my day, assuming like I normally do, that it would go away eventually or it would kill me. When I got back home I showed Sis Hiatt and we decided to self medicate by putting itch cream on it and wrapping it up. This was the practice for a few days. But it was just getting worse and worse. On one arm and heading to the next. So we had to go to... the "bennies" (aka Benadryl). BUM BUM BUMMMM.. I learned that I HATE BENADRYL. So time goes on and I end up spending way to much time waiting in a doc office to get it looked at and told what I already knew. Not much help at all. I was told... well it might be scabies... but im not sure.... So I was given meds to treat for scabies to be safe and then if that didn't work I would get a different cream to try. Long story shot it was not scabies, just a really annoying rash... It went away... but now its back. the end.
Lesson learned: I dont like medicine.... especially benadryl.
This week was KILLER! Seriously. Father blessed us with miracles like crazy. Wed was, for me, one of the best work days this week. We had a great lesson with our investigator James. We invited him to read moroni 10:4-5 the time before. As we followed up on his reading he said that he read it but that he didn't understand it at all. So we changed our lesson plan and went through the scripture until he understood it and had the tools to do the same thing on his own. Teaching his is always interesting because he has the attention span of a pea. We go from faith, to light, to beach, to outer space. We do a lot of refocusing. Then we went to visit a coming back LA. When we got to her house her non member son told us that she had gone to the store with his sister and should be back in the next 30 min. We struck up a little light conversation with Lannie. He has a heart problem and was getting ready to do yard work. So we asked him if we could help. He hesitated so we pushed a little bit. We could tell he wanted the help but felt bad letting us. We finally convinced him that we need the service hours and us helping him would be helping us. We all win together! We ended up helping him for an hour. (mom and dad ignore the next sentence) I LOVE yard work out here.
Later as we were walking down the street we stopped and talked to a ysa aged boy. He had a very dismal appearance and was not much into talking. I used all the Sister Haitt talking skills that she taught me and they worked! We cracked the shell! What I have learned these past 8 weeks is the best way to be a missionary is to be yourself. Be human not missionary robot. sis Haitt was AMAZING at this and now I get to put all that she showed me into practice. Not only that but I get to teach it to my comp and all the sisters I go on exchanges with. I admired it so much in her and now I get to acuire it too! Desire and self-mastery are some of the most important things for me right now. If I can master them I will be unstoppable!
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