Sister Wynn's E-mail from October 13

Selamat P-Day everyone,

I apologize in advance if this email is singkat. I just turned to Sister Opatha and asked, "What did we do this week? Did anything exciting happen?"

But I'm long winded, so I'm sure I'll find stuff to write about.

Last week for P-Day, we went to the beach, each, and Sister Parcell and I got to show off our ultimate frisbee skills from all those P-Days playing ultimate the last time we were in Singapore. I'm living the dream. There's a good group of missionaries in Singapore. They're all so young though and they love reminding me how soon my mission is ending haha. We went to Baja Fresh with Elders Capener and Ferguson beforehand because we were carting them all around Singapore, so I thought I was going to die running around on the sand.

Also, I guess Elder Ferguson's concussion wasn't good, so he got emergency transferred here from JB, which he was bummed about, but Sister Parcell and I were ecstatic because it's like the old KL district is reunited!

Um this week was biasa sahaja, talked to about a million people and invited them to learn about Jesus Christ and of course no one was interested, did service at the YWCA, ate some incredible food at member's homes, had a couple lessons.

General Conference was SO good. It was weird hearing it in English this time around, and it was weird thinking this would be my last conference on my mission. I loved how some of the talks were translated from other languages. I love that this church is all over the world because everyone is a child of God. I love the humor. I love and sustain our leaders.

On the way to the chapel, my roommates and I came across this guy screaming at his girlfriend, and she was just standing there bawling. I stopped and almost said something, but then we kept walking. I asked Sister Proffit if we should ask if they're all right, and we almost did, but we didn't. And I regret it. I thought of all those times I was yelled at by a crappy boyfriend or someone and would have appreciated some to rescuing.

I might not be my brother's keeper, but I am my brother's brother.

I feel like since I've been back in Singapore I see more stuff like that and it makes me grateful for the gospel and the peace that comes with it, but what's the point if I can't even intervene and use it to help someone?

Tender little mercy: Sister Opatha and I worked SO hard this week. We planned our week carefully and had meaningful activities for all those empty hours, and talked to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We were exemplary missionaries. But nothing came from it.

But then a couple members called us about some families they met in passing in the ex-pat community,and they're interested in learning and finding a church. I'm a believer that if we labor, God will do the work.

XO Sister Wynn