Well, mission life refuses to slow down! It's crazy thinking that pretty much everyone is out of school and enjoying their summers already. Also, I'm getting dangerously close to my one year mark and it's kind of freaking me out. Like, how the heck did that happen? Time's just flying by!
There's not too much to report so I think I'm going to bring back...The List (most of you probably already know that Elder Foust loves making list for about everything (and usually counting wrong or starting and ending the list with 1))
1) We are officially halfway through this cycle already so the thought of changes are starting to plague my mind once again. Luckily this time, I'm prepared for (almost) anything.
2) Thursday we had interviews which were amazing as usually. Pres. Stutz is incredible. Full of life and full of love. I learn so much from him and left incredibly inspired after our interview.
3) Related to #3, after my interview we saw some members come ready to pull the weeds at the church and President told everyone to stop watching and help! He also told one hermana to take some money and buy some flowers to plant around the church. We got it all done pretty quickly and the church looked great!
4) Last week I made homemade peanut butter cookies in the church for the district meeting. No one uses ovens around here and so I was surprised the one in the church even worked. The first batch got a little too done, but the second turned out great and everyone loved them. Obviously I'm trying to gain their love and respect through their stomachs. Hopefully they don't expect something EVERY week.
5) So yesterday we went to eat with some members who have a gigantic fish tank in their living room. They also have some giant fish along with it. Well, we were all sitting there in the living room, waiting for the food when I hear a splash and suddenly I'm drenched with wáter. One of the monsterous fish jumped and I just happened to be in the splash zone. It was a ton of wáter, too. My hair, my entire back, and the front of my pants all got soaked. I'm pretty sure I smelled a little fishy too.
6) It's pretty weird that I can now be considered a 'bishop's son.' Good luck Bishop Foust, love you and know you'll be great!
All the way in Mexico and I can still bug people with my wonderful listing habit.
ANYWAYS! Love you all and hope you have a wonderful week!
Sorry this is so late in getting posted, it has been a pretty CRAZY week back here at home too.
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