Hey
guys!
I
don't have a ton of time, but luckily not a ton of things happened this week
that you would be interested in reading.
The
week was kind of slow. We did a lot of boring but necessary planning and
organizing, including taking care of the blues as they came from all over the
mission to do OFII (the thing that everyone has to do to get their legality
here--everyone except Elder Rivas and me, that is). Fast Sunday rolled around
and we hadn't done nearly enough finding, but still had more tasks on our
plate. But on the way to a baptism of a recent convert's kid, I got the
distinct impression that we should be doing something else. I'm ashamed to say
that I ignored it, attributing the bad feeling to my hunger, stress and
tiredness. Five minutes later, as we were about to board the train, Elder
Walton looked at me and said "This feels wrong. This isn't what we're
supposed to be doing. Let's get out of here." So we did. I was really
thankful that he spoke up about his promptings even though I didn't.
Later,
at the spot that we had felt inspired to visit to do some contacting, we were
worn. Out. It was raining, we were exhausted and hungry and just low on
motivation. We were split up, trying to talk to different people but still
within sight of each other. And as it always happens, before going home to eat
we decided to talk to just a few more people. And Elder Walton talked to the
golden one, a Nigerian (yes!) who's here finishing his Ph.D. This guy, Jimmy,
is searching for just what we have. We'll see him this Thursday.
That's
all I've got. Love you all! Be good! À lundi prochain.
Elder
Stanford
Mission
Française de Paris
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