Gamble's Folly

It's funny that you should mention that about answered prayers this week because I have been focusing on having more sincere prayers and have felt a dramatic difference. This week, we were having a lot of hardships and so we were praying for strength. One of our less active members, K, ran away from home. We were pretty worried about him. He came back though! Yay answered prayers! Our investigator A was having the absolute worst day of her life on Sunday- she called us to tell us that she couldn't make it to church. We talked with her and prayed silently, but she was still really hesitant. But she came! She came! And she was in tears in the beginning (from stress and stuff) but by the time sacrament meeting was over, she had a peaceful smile on her face. So that was really cool. I couldn't find my notebook, so I said a prayer. I didn't find it. Maybe an hour later, as I walked through the bedroom, I got a feeling to flip over my Frisbee and there it was! Prayer answered! So to answer the question, yes! Prayers do get answered and it's pretty cool.

We helped with an eagle project this week. It was painfully under planned. This kid was going to make three big wooden benches for his high school, with the assembly during the week and installation on Saturday. The first day we helped, we had all the supplies laid out to work at our branch president's house, while the kid told us plans and stuff. He hadn't specifically asked anyone to come so we were the only other ones there. Then we asked where the screws were and he realized he'd forgotten them-even though they'd been at the store that day to pick up all the supplies. Then he dropped the electric sander, which belonged to the branch president. The branch president works in construction and VERY particular about his tools. I believe his beard may have begun to steam as he suppressed his anger and left to buy screws...

Anyways that set the tone for the rest of the project. When we carried the benches in for installation we had to carry them further because the kid had forgotten to arrange for the main gates to be open... Then it was tough because we had no auger and only one iron pole to break up the earth. Man! Ha-ha as missionaries we were trying to keep everyone focused and positive but boy was it frustrating! What should have been two hours of labor ended up being 5 or 6- though we left after three. What I'm trying to say is, planning! Preparation! Way important! How did I do with all that? I'm trying to remember, I feel like everything for my project ran pretty smoothly but I guess I may have forgotten some parts.

 For our Halloween, we went to the branch trunk or treat, where there were like 15 different types of chili to try. It was excellent. A lot of fun. Elder B and I had to be in by 6 on Halloween (so we don't run over any kids trick or treating) so it's not like we were out that night, but we wore the matching ties that mom sent. Plus we wore mustaches. All day. Just kidding, just for our dinner appointment. Then I had to collect District information for the Stake for like an hour because no one had it prepared. Then Elder B and I sat down on the couch that a member had given us the day before, microwaved some chili (more chili yay) and watched 17 Miracles. We borrowed it from our branch mission leader’s wife, Sister S. She wouldn't let us borrow it at first. We had to promise her that we would do 17 miracles that week in Dover.

Then we gave the couch to the West York elders because we have two others and they have like no furniture. We made Elder Gamble give us two ties for it though. The funny thing is, they got the couch on Saturday and Elder Gamble got transferred, he's leaving today. So he got gypped! We have named the couch Gamble's Folly in remembrance of his sacrifice.