Then, the night before, he called us to cancel because he had some internship somewhere. (He didn't find this out sooner?) So we were stressing out because we had all these appointments and not enough people to meet them all. We ended up cancelling one and rearranging our schedule to fit in the rest...and then...one by one, all of those rendez-vous fell too, except one. And I was just so mad at the world. I was mad at our member because he cancelled last-minute and screwed up our plans. I was mad at all the people who cancelled on us. It took a while for me to realize that a lot of it was my fault (I should have called ahead way in advance and confirmed all of our rendez-vous), and the rest was out of my control and not worth being mad about. As I finally humbled myself and prayed and asked for forgiveness and strength and energy, we went to our one remaining RDV and had an awesome lesson. The Spirit was there, and all four of us felt it. I was still mad at myself for not being diligent enough to create a better missionary day for the other young man with us, but it was more of a determination to be better for the next time.
|Saying goodbye to my 'father'|
|Our family friend, Ysabelle Daage, came for a visit|