Snow Days

Snow days - as magical to missionaries as they are to children.

When the temperature drops to -6* with wind chill, our day is entirely subject to the providence of God. He treated us most favorably this Sabbath.

We were unsuccessfully attempting to chip ice from our windshield at 7am when the ward mission leader texted that all church meetings were canceled for the day. We slipped back inside (and I mean it when I say slipped - Oklahoma makes good with its freezing rain) and then curled up in blankets for our usual morning studies. By 10 am the zone leaders were texting that cars were grounded. Living out of our area, we had no choice but to spend the day indoors. Call me lazy, but this was a rare treat. God forced my hand; I simply had to take a break and enjoy myself!

Rice bags* and squishy, underappreciated** sofas were our constant companions on this true day of rest. What can missionaries do all day in their apartment? Discuss at length their future member missionary dreams. Pre-missionaries dream of serving a mission, but missionaries dream of serving as involved ward member-missionaries. They might also watch Legacy on their portable DVD player. Did you know that this innocent pioneer movie shows kissing four times!? The most scandalizing thing I've seen in 14 months! They might even crochet ties for the elders and listen to talks by General Authorities.

According to the goodness of our members, we were the recipients of fresh, plate-sized indun tacos***. And to crown the evening, our favorite investigators braved the storm to pick us up for a second dinner and a lesson in their home. Committed investigators and good friends? Methinks so.

So, there. I'll let you be the judge. Best day ever, or best day ever?

I love being a missionary!


* the frugal missionary version of heating pads...hand-sewn innovations that cost only $2 to make!
** underappreciated? Why, you insensitive missionary, neglecting your sofas like that! No, not really. Have you seen the rigorous schedule of a missionary? These marvelous couches aren't open for use except at meal times and after we return home. Needless to say, it was some much-needed quality time with my upholstered friends.
***Not Navajo, that's tribal. Not even Indian, that's turrible pronunciation. We're Oklahoman, folks.Them be INDUN tacos.