It's been quite the week
for Sister Baker! We spent the first two hours of our p-day in the hospital
waiting for x-rays. Yesterday we jumped on our bikes to head out to see a
referral and I heard a noise and looked back to see Sister Baker, sitting next to
her bicycle on the ground. In fact, she had fallen quite gracefully and I was
well impressed at how she finagled that in her skirt! She wasn't going very
fast and her handlebars got caught on a flower basket thing and she toppled
over and landed on her wrist. It started swelling up and the pain kept getting
worse and worse, so thus! the hospital. But nothing broken! So that's good. Just
gets to wear a..cool..splint and take pain meds. She hurt her dominant hand so
her President's letter was pretty hilarious. It was in this little kid type
handwriting and the first sentance reads, "Dear President Ogden, Today I
fell off my bike and hurt my wrist." priceless.
Well, the magic didn't stop
there, we had quite the night in Birmingham! We were going to Harbourne for a
baptism (an 82 year old woman that Sister Clark and Baker had taught). We were
waiting at a train station for the Harbourne sisters to come and get us when
this guy comes up to Sister Baker to ask directions. He's totally not with it.
Drunk or high or something, and she's trying to look up in the map some bogus
streets he keeps coming up with, and I'm on the phone with the other Sisters
trying to tell them where we are. Well, I turn back to look at Sister Baker and
see this guy leaning in with a huge pair of lips to give her a big old smoochy
smooch on the cheeck. Oh the horror! The look on Sister Baker's face!
Fantastic! Instead of helping I just lose it and can't stop laughing. Then he
starts asking us if we have kids, "Hey do you have kids? I have three."
We're like "no" and in an attempt to deter him and possibly connect
with whatever brain power he may still have available, I tell him, "No,
we're nuns." but I think that just got him more excited. I call the
Harbourne sisters again to tell them to please hurry, but since I'm laughing so
hard all I can say, is, "just hurry" and I wanted to communicate to
Sister Baker to just STOP talking to the guy, but I just kept laughing (we were
on a busy road and he had no idea what was going on) and the car finally pulled
up and before he can get another kissy kiss,Sister Baker distracts him by
handing him a pass along card. I jump in the car and am yelling at Sister Baker
to hurry up, and our friend is yelling at sister baker, "Hey Bab! Where’s
the numba?! There’s no numba on 'ere!!" Blast, he'll have to go onto mormon.org if
he ever wants to see her again! Oh boy! good times.
Marianne got baptized this
week and Sister Whitaker and I got to go! It was so cool. I got to see the
Stewart family at the baptism! Bradley goes, "Your mom told me to give you
a big hug," so he does, and then I realize the Elders standing behind us
are a bit in shock, so I had to explain that he was my cousin. ha ha. But
Bradley got to baptize Marianne and I got a good view because I got to hold the
towel for her when she came back out of the font, and the spirit was so strong.
Marianne came out of the water and was just in shock at the power she felt. It
was so beautiful.
In district meeting we were
challenged to read Preach My Gospel and then apply what we learned. I started
doing this and earlier in the week I read about how we should tell the First
Vision in Joseph Smith's own words, saying it slowly, and then baring testimony
of how we came to know it was true. I hadn't been the best at doing that so I
had been going over the first vision, making sure I had all the words in order.
On Sunday we were in our Gospel Principles class and one of our ward
missionaries was teaching the lesson, Sister Lallyette. She started talking
about Joseph Smith and the Restoration. She started giving his background and
building up to the first vision. I was thinking, "dang, I'm even ready to
give the first vision and we're not teaching today." She started talking
about the great religious confusion of the time and how Joseph wanted to know
which church was true. She stopped and then said, "Then what happened
Sister Pope?" Sweet. So I picked it up, and went into the first vision and
said slowly and carefully, "I saw a pillar of light..." and then bore
my testimony and sat back and the lesson continued. Crazy! I was chuffed that
the spirit was there to prompt Sister Lallyette, and that the Lord could use me
as a resource. I've learned that the best lessons are the ones when we step
back ourselves and let Heavenly Father give the lesson, and let us be His
resources when necessary, as the Holy Ghost directs.
Good stuff!
Love you all!
Madie aka Sista Pope
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