Hey Family!
You think with only a week and a half left here I'd calm down a little about missionary work or something. Not completely be feeling all torn up about it. But no. Still stressin. One of the days that I was worrying about everything, I was having a pretty clear prompting during studies to read the Teachings of David O. McKay book that was on my desk. It was a pretty clear prompting. Like most promptings I get are not that clear. And not only that, but I knew I had to read a chapter about motherhood, of all things. I knew it.
So then I did, and now I understand and appreciate motherhood on that much more of a spiritual level. This story doesn't sound like a big deal and I can't verbally communicate my newly found feelings, but just know that it is a big deal. The timing was right. And I think Heavenly Father was trying to tell me something about my missionary work and give me a specific kind of greater, eternal perspective. Man, missions are not what I thought they were. And I've grown in all the ways I never thought I would.
Now, I want to tell you about Elder Smith. He is my district leader that just got transferred (away). I LOVE him!! He was the best! First of all, he has this girlfriend named Shelby who he's dead in love with (#eternalcompanions2016), so it was perfect because we could talk to he and his companion Elder Mathews (who I could write another essay on, I love him so) about anything and it wasn't weird because they were totally friend zoned in the best way possible. No weirdness or awkwardness at all. SO rare.
He was sooo supportive and soo loving. He always built us up so much and we wanted to be better just because he totally believed in us and thought we were awesome. We knew all about his life, his love for Shelby, his friends, his family, his conversion. He knew all about our lives. It was the perfect sister-district leader relationship. We knew it couldn't last. But we're going to be friends forever. Especially as I'm planning on being married before he comes home so we can be couple friends together, because that's really the only way that would work out.
I just can't believe how many people there are in the world to love. It never ceases to amaze me.
Well, I love you all, too!
Love Rachel
PS The funniest/worst thing happened this past week and a half. So S.Wilk and I are trying to find a referral but we only have the building number and not the apartment number. So I get this prompting to go to one of the numbers and this small, crazy haired man opens the door, then says, "Just a minute," and shuts the door. Sister Wilkins looks at me and says, "Way to follow the Spirit, Sister Ross." But then she has to eat her words because he lets us in (we had a member with us) and he totally has a lot of interest!
Then we have another lesson with him and we start to get the creep vibe. So we give him to the elders. It's all good right? No. He gives me this special attention that makes me feel highly uncomfortable and it keeps happening. Yesterday at church was the worst. I don't want to go into detail because it makes me feel unwell. But yeah, get out of my bubble and no, you don't distract me, Dean!
So he was hanging around after church trying to come "observe" our ward correlation meeting. And then the elders and went and talked to him. And had to give him the smack down. "No Dean, she doesn't like you." Ughhhhhh echhhhh chweaje;fljiawo4efij
Sister Wilkins and I felt soooo awful yesterday. Just thoroughly creeped out and so paranoid that he'd be around any corner. We still can't get it off our minds completely. It's just so weird. He's like 50. askfd;aijef'aowejf as;faw;eiojf
So then "Way to follow the Spirit, Sister Ross," became double-y ironic. In this respect, it's a dang good thing I'm leaving soon.
I needed to PS this because when I think about it I can't feel the Spirit very much so I didn't want it to ruin the vibe of my letter.
"Listen to your creep-dar. . . CAUSE IT'S ALWAYS RIGHT!"--Sister Wilkins, who has been a great support through this whole thing
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