I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again - 06/02/13

Most of this week was spent in bed sick. First my companion got sick, then I did. It was like a Pepto-bismol commercial. Gas, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea! Also headaches. It wasn't very fun. We would go out in the evenings even when we felt terrible because we were so stir-crazy and tired of being stuck in the house all day. I feel bad that we didn't get to teach our newly found investigators as much as I would have liked. I hope we don't lose them.

 

I had an odd thought occur to me recently. I was particularly struck by the lyrics to the song "Don't Worry, Be Happy" when I heard the song being played at our little get-together with the Samoan ward on Memorial Day. I think I've heard that song a grand total of three times over the course of my life. But I really like it now. And sometime in the week, I remembered the talk I heard at the MTC where a general authority talked to us about that song. And then a day or two later, I remembered one of my friends from college (Elyse Coolidge) learning that song on the guitar and singing it to me when I went down to Columbia to visit. Good memories. Good song. I should probably pay attention and learn not to worry. I seem to have inherited that trait from my mother, but I'm trying to be more of a warrior instead of a worrier. So far, so good!

Our Zone Meeting on Friday was a success. I think the zone plan is far superior to last month's, mostly because it is measurable and achievable and sensible. My companion was feeling particularly grumpy that day, but I think most of the zone took it well and is excited about working hard this month. We have the potential to baptize a lot this month, and we are driving towards it, full speed ahead.

 

One of the things that was implemented in our zone plan was to report a series of fractions every night, relating to how many of our lessons  to investigators had a member present or fit a couple other criteria. Well, one of my elders that reports to me said "I can't report our numbers tonight because it's mathematically impossible." Having served with this elder and kind of understanding his odd attempts at humor, I replied, "With God all things are possible. Divide by zero." So he did. God's missionaries can divide by zero, it seems!

 

I am starting to grow very attached to a couple families in our ward. One in particular had me in stitches on Saturday night when we came over for dinner. They have a daughter that is home for the summer from BYU-Idaho and between her and her parents, we were cracking jokes all night. I really needed that mood changer after being stuck inside all week.

 

Well keep calm and do your home teaching. I love you guys!