Its the end of the transfer! Again! i am killing sister faupula! (which means she is going home next week!) i truly hope to stay in the area. I love it here and as for winter... BRING IT ON. i may regret saying that. we are in a really large military ward, which makes for some complications but i have been learning a lot about how to work with the wonderful military members up here. They really do sacrifice amazingly to have their husbands deployed, etc.
apparently it being in the 20's and 30's this week is like record high for up here. Usually it gets to -10 by halloween. funny how that all works. But.... i love it. i will miss sister honey and sister moore, the sisters that we live with hear because likely one or both of them will be moving.
I am learning the power of being a servant, or a minister. to do such is truly a christlike attribute, that he taught so beautifully when he was "moved to compassion" or washed the feet of his disciples. I love that phrase. It is so often stated in the new testament. When we are moved to compassion, and are ministers in habit, not just in moments of brief sporadic service, we start to understand what it means to be spirit siblings and children of a merciful god. I am at the very beginning of this understanding, and i am so grateful for the examples all throughout my life of servants, my parents, friends, all. what a wonderful blessing they are.
keep serving and looking for little things that we can do to serve. often its the small acts that really touch lives. One examples of this, is that there is a really cute old german lady that hangs around some of the people we visit. She is very comfortable in the "Friends" church and was at first very afraid of us. as we have been seeing Judy more frequently and holding nice conversations with her, pure humanity has leaked in at the cracks and we have really begun to love eachother, my companion, she and i. When Sister Faupula and i sang her a hymn and said how Christ loves us and how much we loved her and her friends, Judy started to cry. She may not ever want to hear our full message, but what a blessing it was to share that parcel of godly compassion, as we were simultaneously "moved to compassion". I love being a human being and a child of god! What a blessing love is.
I love you! share it around :)
Sister Galli
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