So this week was crazy. Before I left Bozeman, we put another one of our investigators, the one from Jordan, on date. And it's SO SAD being transferred right before people's baptisms. I know the next missionaries will take good care of them though.
Sister Ashcroft and I packed our luggage and our apartment and then we had transfers . It was an all day affair for me because I was getting moved to Wyoming. We got in Sheridan at night and I'm officially in Wyoming now. It's weird. I was thinking I was only going to be in Montana for my mission but guess not!
Let me tell ya, it has been COLD this past week. There was lots of wind and snow from the storm that came in . We were told by the assistants to not go outside unless we had set appointments for all of and . But they forgot to send that message to my zone, so we were proselyting day until we were informed that it applied to us too. Haha. It was -19 degrees and -31 with the windchill . It was so bad we had ice only in the INSIDE of our truck. Not really on the outside and it wouldn't come off. Cars aren't made to operate in this kind of weather.
We had an awesome lesson with an investigator who we put on date for baptism .
We went to our Ranchester branch for sacrament meeting yesterday and then to Sheridan 1st ward for the 3 hours. Ranchester is closer to the Montana/ Wyoming border and we actually cover some towns in Montana too. It's so weird and I can't keep the 2 states separate in my head.
We are going to Billings today for MLC (Mission Leadership Council) and we won't be back into our area until . MLC is for zone leaders, sister training leaders, and some other mission leaders. So there's lots of traveling this week.
Here is a spiritual thought I got from my studies this week:
"We cannot gauge the worth of another soul any more than we can measure the span of the universe. Every person we meet is a VIP to our Heavenly Father...
One woman who had been through years of trial and sorrow said through her tears, “I have come to realize that I am like an old 20-dollar bill--crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred. But I am still a 20-dollar bill. I am worth something. Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used, I am still worth the full 20 dollars.” (President Dieter F. Uchtdorf "You Are My Hands")
Have a good week and stay warm!
Sister Lauren Ney
Montana Billings Mission