Sense of Adventure

I have been longing for adventure and humor lately, and God is answering my wishes. This is a short attempt to number my blessings:

1. Tornadoes. The Bishop interrupted our Gospel Principles class with an urgent demand: "You have ten minutes to leave the building or take cover." We chose to camp out in the basement of the church building with half of the ward. The F4 tornado steered clear of our congregation, but we expect much more excitement to come later this week. Huge hail, power outages, and fabulous wind. Love it.

2. Angelic blessings. I love crazy people, really I do! Circumstances force them to abandon social norms, but they display empathy such as only the afflicted know how. We finally met Bianca Sky*, a less-active that we have been searching after for months, and I couldn't have imagined a more delightfully eclectic individual! She gave us roses and read us poems and invited us into her cat-filled home. She fed us herbal popcorn and blessed us in an angelic tongue (possibly Navajo, from her previous life as a chieftain's daughter). My companion was alarmed, but I can't resist loving Bianca. I'll remember to take Claritin for the cat-hair-smothered apartment when we return.

3. Lawton, Oklahoma. After nearly six blissful months in the nicest spot of Oklahoma City, I am being sent to the city with the third-highest crime rate in the US. It's ten-degrees hotter, the people have fewer teeth (and more meth), and the ward is supposed to be the nicest ward in all the mission.

And I'm going to be a Sister Training Leader over the deep south of Oklahoma and into the northern tip of Texas.

What does this all mean? Goodness only knows. Serves me right for being foolish enough to crave adventure...God must love me.  :)