This week has been slow. We had P-day on Monday, exchanges with the STLs on Tuesday to Wednesday morning, Zone Conference all day Wednesday because of the installation of TIWI boxes, a slow day Thursday with visiting teaching with the Relief society, weekly planning all day Friday with a break to go and serve at Bishop's Storehouse, and the ward Easter party and tracting on Saturday. We also biked to the 4Cs (Clinton Christian Community Corporation) 4 miles away from our apartment to volunteer and get the church's name out there. We then biked the 4 miles back in 80 degree weather with the sun shining down on us and the air humid. We were both sweaty and gross by the time we got home. We had to jump in the shower and get ready before Sister Triplett came to take us to dinner and the General Women's Broadcast at 6. It was a crazy day.
Exchanges were... interesting. Sister Mitchell, bless her heart, kind of lacks a filter. We planned to go tracting for 4 hours during the day. She said she wanted to go in the country because, and this is where it got interesting, "the people in the country are too slow to understand most of what you say to them. You can pretty much say anything you want and they won't understand!" I made a weird face and asked her what she meant and she said that the people are dumb, so it doesn't matter what you say, they don't care. That really bugged me. I told her I didn't feel that was a good or Christlike thing to say and she told me that she was my leader and so she knew better. The day kind of went rough. Definitely a learning experience. If anything, it taught me how I never want to act.
I emailed President Olson about the exchange and the call they made to us regarding less-active work. I was mainly concerned that we were doing something wrong and wanted guidance as to what we needed to change. Needless to say, President called yesterday to ask about how it was going and make sure he had the information he needed. He said he hadn't called the STLs regarding us and wanted to clear up the issue. He said he was proud of the work that we were doing and to continue on in what we were doing.
The General Women's Broadcast was not the same without all y'all and Zupas. I had a really rough day in anticipation of Easter without y'all, but I pushed through... until Sister Crosby sat in front of us and started cuddling her daughters and made me miss my Momma. I lost it. Life is rough. 
I'm okay.
Side note. Sort of. The housing coordinators, Brother and Sister Black, are amazing. Sister Black has a lot of medical issues, so she had to have another surgery this past Monday. When we went to visit her on Saturday, I had flashbacks to when Grandma Mary was in the hospital. Sister Black reminds me so much of Grandma. She is kind and caring, and despite the pain she was in, she was still worried about how we were doing and how she could help us. She is truly amazing. The whole visit was like deja vu. I felt like I was visiting Grandma in the hospital and rehab center. It was tough, but it was a wonderful visit.
To add to the roughness of the week, it is still raining off and on. Just waiting for someone to build an ark.
Okay enough negative. I had amazing experiences this week as we tracted into many different types of people. One man we met was a Jehovah's Witness and we had a wonderful conversation about how to share the Word of God among the Clintonians. Interesting man with interesting views, but a worthwhile and very informative conversation none the less.
Though it was hard, I still love it here. I am loving the work and what I am doing. The Church is true. I love y'all!
Also... I kissed a frog.
Okay. Bye!
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