I still can't get over how much people love when I chit-chat with them in Malay. They're like "WOAH where did that come from?" There were a bunch of nakal 12 year old boys on a bus that kept saying how pretty Sister Parcell and I were, and I looked at them and said "Apa lagi?" They freaked out and were so embarrassed and made fun of each other, it was so funny. It's wearing on me that I legally can't explain why I'm here. I've met so many incredible people who I can't proselyte to. It's kind of wearing on me, but what can you do?
This week was so full of adventures and miracles. Last Monday was our jalan-jalan to the Batu Caves. It was SO much fun. A lot of missionaries said, "Eh we've been before, you only need to go once. You'll see what we mean," but we convinced them all to go anyway. It was a blast. It's not what you do, it's who you're with. It was BEAUTIFUL. By far my favorite Hindu shrine. The monkeys were fun to feed (though a little scary) and the pigeons were fun to chase. I'll let my pictures tell the story, haha.
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| Group at the Batu Caves. |
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| Monkey! |
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| Chasin' pigeons! |
Afterwards all the KL branch missionaries swung by Pasar Seni because one of our less actives works there. We had a little time to kill so while the elders got their hair cut (gotta look sharp to serve the Lord) Sister Parcell and I got our feet nibbled on by fish. Hilarity ensued. I didn't know I could scream or laugh that loud. But my feet felt sooo good after. Who would have thought fish could subsist off of the dead skin from people's feet?
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| Fish foot therapy? |
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| Fish pool |
For district meeting, Elder Ferguson talked about miracles, and how they're everywhere. It was perfect because I was just thinking about all the little miracles I've seen in KL. Sister Parcell and I aren't walking on water or making prison walls tumble down, but miracles are everywhere. Elder Ferguson likened little miracles to flecks of gold, and committed us to count 10 miracles or things we're grateful for every day. Sister Parcell and I started writing our miracles on the back of these sheets of paper that you can turn into stars, and even though they're small, they add up every day. But the bars-of-gold miracles still exist. Have miracles ceased? I say unto you, nay.
Our investigator from Holland is ultra prepared. Yesterday, he said he thought something was wrong with his heart because it felt so funny as he read the Book of Mormon. Then, he said, he realized it was the spirit. I tried not to let him see how much I was tearing up/smiling.
That reminds me about our Best-Two-Years moment the other day, Sister Parcell and I were travelling back from an appointment on the outskirts of town. It was already late and in kind of a sketchy area. We prayed for a bus to come and waited. And waited. After a half hour, I said, "Maybe we should pray again."
"Eh...okay, I'll say it." Sister Parcell prayed, and halfway through her prayer, we heard a bus roll by. We snapped our eyes open, looked at each other, yelled, "AMEN!" and ran after the bus. After we flagged it down, we hopped on and realized it wasn't even a normal bus that usually goes to our area, it was on its way back to the bus depot.
We also went to the World India Fest with one of our members. She let me borrow her panjabi suit. Then I ended up buying one there for super cheap. Pics to come.
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| At the Global Indian Festival |
I realized yesterday in church that it was my one-year mark from going through the temple for the first time. That's the point of all of this, right? Miracles haven't ceased. Love you all.
-Sister Wynn
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| Rockin' the punjabi suit. |
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| Kitten! |
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