This
wasn't an incredibly eventful week. However, there is some good news.
As of Saturday, Aaron (Diane's husband) was still holding on. We visited
them and prayed with them. They had a few people over and she was still
understandably distraught, so we didn't stay too long. We're hoping to
be able to visit again tomorrow and see how they're doing.
Speaking
of Tuesdays, we got up with Tom again (it's been about a month) and he
said that he wanted to be baptized. He still won't set a date, and we're
still really confused about him. He pays tithing, but is still iffy
about doing anything else. It's odd. We're also going to go by him
tomorrow to read in the Book of Mormon with him and introduce him to
Come, Follow Me.
We've not been able to meet with Ozzie again
lately, and he couldn't come to church because his car got totaled.
Hopefully we can get a member to give him a ride again, but the member
that he's friends with has to work every other Sunday.
And in
more fun news, we had a really nice lunch with a family yesterday. I
mentioned that transfers were next week, and Matt (19, and we're good
friends) went to the backyard as we were leaving. Then, we heard a huge
bang, and Matt comes running around to give me a 30-06 casing from the
bullet he had just fired as a way to remember him. That was pretty
funny, and it scared his dog to death. As he did this, his mom
apologized and said that it was his redneck coming out. Speaking of
which, I think Wallace is the most Southern feeling place I've served.
Raleigh just doesn't have that Southern feel, but it's very strong out
here. I think it gets more and more the more rural of an area you're
in.
That's about it for the week, adios!
I believe we found the world's biggest Steeler's fan. The car is impressive, but the suit he wears is a sight to behold. I didn't take a picture of him, I thought it'd be weird.
And finally, some awesome member decided to grace us with pizza, and
pasta, and cinnamon twists, and soda. That was a good dinner. (And then
lunch.)
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