FAMILIES ARE FOREVER: What Just Happened?

That's probably the question I ask myself the most every day.

Where did the week go? What? I swear it was just starting. Woah. They weren't kidding when they told me missions go by fast once you really get into it. I feel like I am truly at that point where I have finally adjusted to being a missionary and I am really enjoying my mission. I know what to do now, I know to trust in the lord, so I just have to get out of bed and go do it every day. I like it. Actually, I love it.

I love knowing that each day I have the potential to change someone's life through the gospel of Jesus Christ. I love being set apart as a missionary. I was thinking about missionaries and the things we do, and I realized how weird missions really are. For 2 years or 18 months, we wear dress clothes every day. We talk to total strangers.

We stalk people to make sure they're home. We serve around elders and get so close with them but it's not romantic at all. I can't tell you how many elders I've made friends with who are some of the best friends I've ever had. Yet I would never ever date them. It's so weird. But it's quite possibly one of the greatest things ever.

Some deep thoughts for you there.

It's been raining like crazy here, it won't stop. It's insane. The rain just keeps coming and coming. It's raining so hard, stuff is starting to overflow and flood. The winds are up to 60 miles an hour.

I'm short so I'll probably be the first to drown. Pray for me.

This week went by so fast that I don't even remember what we did. I do remember that we went on exchanges, and I went on exchanges with Sister Memmott. She is a brand new missionary. She is 22. She will be

23 in April. It was odd to be the experienced missionary when she is three years older than me. We went and did some service pretty much all day with the elders. We went to this rich hoarders house and helped her price stuff for an estate sale. Note to self-never collect so much junk that you have to buy a house the size of a mansion to put it all. Sister Memmott is great. She is studying wildlife in college and every time we passed a bird or a tree she could tell me the name of the thing. It was a good day.

Sister Morrison and I do weird things. I think I'm rubbing off on her.

Haha. We record ourselves making weird noises in the car to and from appointments. I love her. We are learning how to teach better together by practice teaching. We had district meeting this week all about the Book of Mormon and inviting people to pray and read the Book of Mormon. We practice taught that skill to the elders, and it went pretty ok. I'm getting so much better at teaching, considering I had zero teaching skills to start with.

I'm remembering to stay myself and not care what anyone else thinks and I have had a good couple of weeks. I've read a lot of talks by the prophet and by his counsellors about being a daughter of God. I am divine. I am important. I have amazing potential and I need to stop selling myself short. I have confidence. I fear no man. I do what the lord needs me to. I could probably kill someone if I really needed to.

What's there to fear?

Our investigator Tito cancelled on us this week, but we'll get him in the font soon enough.

We picked up a former investigator named Judy, she had been rock solid for the last few months and then suddenly stopped meeting with the missionaries. She just now found us again, we decided to knock on her door and she told us it was the right time for us to come by. She needed us so badly. Small miracles really do exist. She set up a return appointment t with us immediately. It's funny, sister Morrison and I joke around our zone that we are the only hard working missionaries because we have so many people to teach right now. All the companion ships here struggle with finding. Hey, it's okay, I went tracting for two straight weeks and I am just now enjoying the benefits of hard work. Tracting sucks, but if you are diligent blessings do come from it. Maybe not when you want them, but them come.

I think one of my favorite parts of the day is personal study. I look at it like me having an appointment with the godhead. We visit and talk and I leave the meeting spiritually uplifted. It's one of the best things I've been able to see about personal study. I love it. I can now say that I know that the Book of Mormon is true. I used to only believe it was true. Now though, I know it's true. We are in alma as a mission, and reading it through like this has helped me to know that the Book of Mormon is true. I know it. It's a fact, not a belief.

We had a lesson with one of our investigators who's name is Assata.

She is adorable. We talked to her about faith and what can come if we have faith. She told us it was exactly what she needed to hear, and she felt like that lesson was a co formation that she is on why right path and doing what the lord needs her to be doing. I am seeing so many miracles on a weekly bases. We have so many new investigators on our hands, we are actually having trouble finding time to fit them in our week. It's nice. Thank you Heavenly Father, for all you do. Thank you for blessing Lincoln 3rd and 6th ward. I know both sides of having people to teach and having zilch. I prefer having people to teach. I have no idea how long this is gonna last, so I'm enjoying every second of it.

Here's a funny story: so we are teaching this family called the Morrill family. The kids are investigators and the mom is a less active member. We had a barbecue with them Friday night at a members house. It was chaos. The kids were wild and insane and decided to attack sister Morrison and I. They jumped on us, pulled us onto the floor, and basically beat the tar out of us. Sister Morrison and I just held hands and yelled for like thirty minutes while we were pinned to the floor. The mom literally did nothing lol I don't like children. I will never ever forget that experience. We had to run out of the house and into our car to get away fast enough. Afterward we went to the church and just sat silence still trying to process what just happened.

So that was fun.

I love you all! I am so grateful to be here in the California Roseville Mission. This is the best mission ever. I have the best mission president ever. We have zone conference this week so I get to see him. I am so excited. I love that man.

Thank you for all the prayers on my behalf. I could t do this without you guys, I would have gone home a long time ago if it wasn't for all of you.

Love,

Sister Ginn