"A good sense of humor helps revelation."
--Elder Richard G. Scott
My comp gave me a supreme compliment during companionship inventory (a sort of weekly "I-love-you;-Please-Be-Better" correction session). She said that I am great at laughing at myself! Haha, this is one of the great gifts of the mission. The days are too long and discouraging without laughter, so I have developed an uncanny knack for making a fool of myself.
In fact, I should provide a small anecdote of my foolery. It may benefit you this day.
Sometimes I forget people's names when we pray with them. This is understandably awkward. Last week I approached a gentleman and misheard both his task and his name. He said he was duck hunting. I prayed that he would do well "dove hunting." (In my head, I wondered why on earth they were wasting bullets on doves. It wasn't until Sister Howard fell into peals of laughter that I realized that he hadn't said "dove" hunting at all.) On top of that, I forgot his name. "Father in Heaven. Please bless Brother...Turner. NO! Brother...Porter?..." That's what I said. Bless my companion, she didn't even help me out. His name was Brother Bradford or something entirely unrelated. At the end of the brief interchange, the unruffled (and uninterested) gentleman said, "Well, bet that's a first. It'll give you something to laugh about in the car later."
And oh, we did so.
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