Sincerely Sister Smith

Dear Loved Ones, Everytime I've left an area, there'sbeen an eleventh hour miracle. In Idaho, I finally got to see some people I'd been trying to see for a long time. In Hickory Hills, Fia's baptismal date got upped and I got to see it before I got transferred. In the Independence YSA, I met someone I connected with a few days before transfers. In Raytown, I was able to see Saydi one last time after her home life situation changed. I knew something would happen here in the final days and I've been biding my time to see what God had in store this round. I mentioned a girl, Lexi, who was all ready for baptism but waited out the quarantine for a very long time. Her original baptismal date was back in March and she's had to move it three times in the past months. A few days ago, she messaged me and said she's getting baptized the day I leave! Not my last proselytizing day, this Wednesday, but Friday morning as I'm heading to the airport. I'm determin...

Dear Loved Ones, I've reached this point where I'm only happy when I'm outside. That's starting to happen more and they're granting us new leniencies, but each one calls into question why we're not allowed more. After district council in person this week, our first time doing that in ten weeks, the two of us went out to pizza with eight other missionaries. If we  can do that, why not go out to lunch with the kind old lady in our ward who keeps asking if we're allowed? And if we can dine out, why not eat dinner at her house? And why not teach in a house?  We can do outdoor lessons now, which is glorious, but indoor is still forbidden. People actually move around outdoors than they do when they walk in, sit down in a chair, and stay there until the lessons over. The only objects you really have to touch during a lesson are the doorknob and the chair you're sitting in, and the doorknob's optional. I've always been irritated when missionaries pr...