This week we had zone training, wherein the Cumberland missionaries have to drive many hours (I am stationed in the most remote and most isolated area in the whole mission!) and then listen to the other missionaries for many more hours. It’s actually great, contrary to how I am making it sound. Lots of inspiring instruction. Because we have the privilege of following the instruction of teenage boys, the fellows in our zone got obsessed with these novelty-size Big Gulp cups that have ties printed on them for some reason (maybe they are left over from Father’s Day) and they commanded that every missionary in the zone purchase such a cup. These things cost $10 and there’s no way they would fit in our limited luggage space but on the other hand, Sister Madsen and I are obedient missionaries so we decided that we would follow-ish the rules by purchasing small wastebaskets at the dollar store and decorating them with Sharpies. We put several straws together. Now we have handy, thrifty, and decorative wastebaskets. I have learned a lot from my time in relief society.
Transfers are this week, but not to worry: everyone in Cumberland is staying put. Team Madsplund Abides. I have a lot of vision for the area so I’m very excited for the upcoming transfer. Last night I jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and wrote down a bunch of notes/ideas that the spirit or maybe a delirious dream whispered to me about the area. I haven’t read any of them yet so maybe they all just say “fax me some halibut.” We’ll see. It’s been a while since I got more than one transfer with a companion. I have a lot more to learn from Sister Madsen and I think we share our sense of vision here.
Hugs and Handshakes,