The Trunky Monster has attacked me. Every night he hides under my bed, waiting for me to turn the lights off. Last night I think he dragged me out of bed and bit my legs off. But I was too exhausted to notice. (I keep telling Sister Thomas there’s a monster under my bed, but she doesn’t believe me!) I’m still working and still love it here, I just don’t want to be here anymore! Tonight I’m going to wait up for the Trunky Monster, club him with a baseball bat, and demand my legs back.
This week we walked around for hours and got burned to a crisp and found no one. Well, that was the first two days of the week, I should say. Later in the week we were blessed to find 4 new investigators! I feel like God is blessing us for trying to be diligent.
On one of those “walking around for hours and getting fried” days, we tracted one side of a street called Upper Valley Road. We have since renamed it Upturned Nose Road, Upper Snotty Road, Nightmare on Elm Street, and other such things. Every single person slammed the door, many of them while we were still in midsentence, and I started talking to the closed doors since no real people would listen to us. And the street was a “Long and Winding Road” to the point of being comical. We kept reaching a bend in the road and thinking, “We’re almost done!” only to the point of going around the curve and finding the road still kept going. On and on and on. At one point I started questioning my level of consciousness. “Are you sure we’re not dreaming?” It was like those nightmares where you keep running and running or never get anywhere. (Or like my nightmares, where ET was trying to strangle me and my voice didn’t work, as my family will remember.) Finally at the end of the street, we found a guy who would give us the time of day long enough to take a pamphlet. That was our miracle for the day.
One night this week we were planning backups for the next day. I asked Sister Thomas what we should do if our four-thirty appointment fell through. She said, “Take turns stabbing each other in the leg with forks.”
In all seriousness, life is good, we are so incredibly blessed, and I still love my mission. The greatest blessing of my life. I’m just slowly succumbing to the Trunky Monster. (I can hear him laughing right now! He’ll be going for my arms next. Then after I am armless and legless he’ll start making ME sleep under the bed, and he’ll take over my bed and I still probably won’t even wake up.) I keep reminding myself I only have five more weeks to be Sister Monson, to wear this name tag, to have no responsibilities except sharing the gospel and learning and serving. Like I said, I keep reminding, because I need it about every five seconds.
Everyone, be safe. Sleep with a baseball bat next to your bed in case a monster pays you a visit. (Whatever kind of monsters you have, I don’t know.)
-Kaelynn
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