Monday, September 23, 2013

If you’re not in one, you’re in the other

Dearest Family,

Kelvingrove Art Galleries and Glasgow Uni!

Kelvingrove Art Galleries and Glasgow Uni!

Kelvingrove Art Galleries and Glasgow Uni!


Wow, it's a nice day. Not too rainy. It's probably going to rain soon. I'm glad that I have a hood on just in case it does. The problem is that with the wind sometimes it blows off. Blows off, that's weird, that's what our appointments seemed to do today. I sure hope that our 8:00 appointment doesn't cancel tonight, because that backup plan isn't too solid. Maybe if we went to Mary Caldwell tonight she would feed us treats, because she always has the best biscuits. I need to stop eating biscuits, or I will get fat. Woah, that guy walking towards us looks scary. I probably shouldn't stop him. He won't be interested. Rubbish! I need to stop him just because I thought that. Okay. Let's stop him. That was cool; he was super nice. I'm glad we stopped him. I need to trust more in the Lord. I think everybody can trust more in the Lord. Wow. How long have I not talked to Sister Jackson for? I am so caught up in my own world. Maybe I should say something. Or maybe she is thinking about something. I wonder what she's thinking about. I wonder if she's happy. Maybe I'll make up a joke. Shucks! Can't think of one. Okay. I'll just put on my hood, because it started raining. I bet in five minutes I'll have to take off my jacket. Crazy, this Scottish weather.

Just in case you were missing Virginia Wolfe, I thought I would take you into my head for about 30 seconds. :) Wasn't that fun?

Speaking of literary genius, did you know that George Orwell began to work on 1984 while he was in Hairmyres Hospital? That is a hospital that I visit at least once a week, because a less-active lady is in there right now. How cool is that? We found a plaque this week.

So this week was lovely! We went to the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Glasgow Uni on Wednesday, for P-day, which was pretty awesome. Glasgow University is the first place that I've been that is like the college campuses on the movies. There was loud music playing, kids everywhere, and people with inappropriate signs. It was seriously crazy! I am so glad that I go to BYU in so many ways!

Tuesday night, when we were visiting Fay in her care home, something really funny happened. You see, Fay has this amazing automatic recliner chair. I always sit in it because it is so comfortable—a perfect napping chair. The controller is usually on the side, but this time, it was under the seat. Unknown to me, when I leaned forward for the prayer I was sitting on the controller.  The chair started moving right while Sister Jackson was praying. It moved so far out of its socket. The feet were up, the chair was back, and it was off the controller. I was so confused because I didn't know what was going on.  Sister Jackson heard the noise and looked at me completely confused.  We stopped the prayer and all laughed our heads off! Fay was seriously cracking up--she was doubled over laughing. It was so funny. You kind of had to be there, but it was hilarious!

Another funny story from the week: Sister Jackson stopped a guy and we talked to him for a wee while (he was drunk but awesome) and set up a return appointment. Then, at our return appointment, we took Brother McCafferty because he is the coolest. We went to W-- and then took him to meet us outside because we couldn't go in. (He actually offered me some boots that he bought for his now ex-wife but I didn't take them.) During the lesson, we were all on this wee bench and he just leaned right in to Sister Jackson. When he started to hold her hand and stroke her arm, we left. It was seriously probably the funniest thing ever. We referred him to the elders. :)

Speaking of the elders, they are awesome! One is Elder Cziesla, from Switzerland. He had to learn English on his mission. He speaks German, French, and Swiss. He's cool even though he can be hard to understand. And then Elder Shubin is a new missionary and he seems great as well. Super enthusiastic.

I felt while we were walking that we needed to try by a potential, even though I think he is annoyed that we are trying by so much. We did it anyway, because the Spirit always knows what we should be doing. Whilst walking, we met another really cool guy on the street and also ran into a sort of less-active lady who is struggling! So that was a testimony to me that sometimes the Lord leads us, even though we don't really understand why.

A-- came to church! That was exciting.  She has even texted us the last couple days! She'll be in London this next week, which I'm super jealous about, and then she'll come back. It was funny, because a really good looking High Councilman that is young was speaking in church yesterday. She leaned over and said, "If Mormons looks like that, I'll get baptized!" Haha! So classic. She is seriously amazing though. I am so privileged to teach her.

A nice less active lady told us she has an infection in her belly button. Hahahahaha.

There is an amazing footnote in Matthew 5:48. Look it up. I'm not even going to tell you why it's so cool.

Also: I did Christlike Attributes for six months in (fun fact, I will probably come home exactly one year from today) and I have increased dramatically in patience. I feel that is what East Kilbride was meant to teach me. We have to be patient here, with investigators who drink, with a ward that doesn't take things very quickly, with everything. I think that is what I am learning—how to be more patient. I still have a long way to go, but I am doing my best to get there quickly (hahaha, get it? ;)

Well, the church is true. And the book is blue. And Heavenly Father loves YOU! (Isn't that such a missionary thing to say. So dumb.)

But really. I love you all and hope you are well. I pray for you, by name, every night! I hope you are being blessed, because I pray for it! And prayer works!

Love, Sister Amanda Ann Ricks


P.S. The subject is what Sylvia says about shoes and your bed. She says you should not skimp on either purchase.

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