I feel like our investigator pool has been shuffled. A lot of new people who had huge potential just disappeared and a lot of old investigators have shown up in new places, and are eager to try again. We're also anticipating a bit of an elevator effect as some of our pool works toward baptism.
We've had some fun this week. In particular, we've seen our good friend, Mariana, all over the place this week.
Mariana is 3. She's the granddaughter of one of our members. Her mother (not a member) is almost always at work, so Mariana is being raised by and large by her grandparents, whom she calls "'Lito" (short for Abuelito) and "'Ila" (short and slightly mangled for Abuelita). However, her grandparents also work, if not the hours that her mom does. As a result, she is often being cared for by others. The funny part is that it seems like we're always running into her. We've met her out knocking, visiting different investigators, and looking for referrals. It seems like as long as we're in Harvard, there's a 90% chance of running into her that day. Add to that, her grandmother brings her along when she comes with us to appointments, so we see Mariana about three or four times a week. As a result, Mairana has leaned that I usually carry crayons, paper, and a picture book with me, and if not, always have my scripture-marking pens and left-over coordination sheets that she can use. She is very careful to return all these supplies to me, and has learned to ask very quietly for them during lessons and church. For this service, she has memorized my name, and I frequently hear her calling for "Hermana Jones!" when I enter a building. I think this irks my companion, because she's been in Woodstock for as long as I've been on my mission, and Mariana still doesn't know her name.
Out of time. Remind me to tell you about the FHE & Blitz we did next week.
Love you all. Hope School is treating you well. Kudos goes to Myr for writing. ^_^
Hermana Maren Jones
We've had some fun this week. In particular, we've seen our good friend, Mariana, all over the place this week.
Mariana is 3. She's the granddaughter of one of our members. Her mother (not a member) is almost always at work, so Mariana is being raised by and large by her grandparents, whom she calls "'Lito" (short for Abuelito) and "'Ila" (short and slightly mangled for Abuelita). However, her grandparents also work, if not the hours that her mom does. As a result, she is often being cared for by others. The funny part is that it seems like we're always running into her. We've met her out knocking, visiting different investigators, and looking for referrals. It seems like as long as we're in Harvard, there's a 90% chance of running into her that day. Add to that, her grandmother brings her along when she comes with us to appointments, so we see Mariana about three or four times a week. As a result, Mairana has leaned that I usually carry crayons, paper, and a picture book with me, and if not, always have my scripture-marking pens and left-over coordination sheets that she can use. She is very careful to return all these supplies to me, and has learned to ask very quietly for them during lessons and church. For this service, she has memorized my name, and I frequently hear her calling for "Hermana Jones!" when I enter a building. I think this irks my companion, because she's been in Woodstock for as long as I've been on my mission, and Mariana still doesn't know her name.
Out of time. Remind me to tell you about the FHE & Blitz we did next week.
Love you all. Hope School is treating you well. Kudos goes to Myr for writing. ^_^
Hermana Maren Jones
