Life in Pictures

Not much to report this week, but enjoy these bored selfies, candid moments, and completely staged events.

Can I tell you how much I love Sister Harris? Okay. I love her a lot.

found the most magical bookstore. almost died.

Sister Harris has a beautiful mother that sends us boxes of fun. *cough* mom. *cough* jk I love ya.

 We put the glow sticks to use. Is that my face or is it a ghost? Whose to say?

Shout out to Dad! El oh el.

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i

{ s e r v e }

This week was FILLED with service.

All we did was serve.

ALL THE SERVICE = we did.

But a really wonderful miracle came out of it!

There is a less-active woman who we have been working with ever since I got to Logansport. She hasn't attended church in years and years and her husband isn't a member, but she accepted the service we offered her one day and so every week for almost a month we have gone over to her house and helped her with anything and everything!

Even really whatevs stuff like sorting and organizing her birthday cards.

We found one that was "from" her cat... #nojudgment 

She never really talks about the church and her husband we rarely saw and didn't seem interested, but. We continued to keep coming and still be her friend. But also...

We're missionaries.

So we invited them to church anyway.

Aaaaaaaand...

THEY CAME!!!

For the first time in over 10 years (her) and for the first time ever (him)!!!

It really grew my testimony that this gospel is purely about love and emulating the Savior.

This is the church of J E S U S  C H R I S T, people!

We shouldn't judge people's backgrounds or current struggles, but continually offer love and support.

The Savior said, "Come unto me."

Not "Come unto me... but only you and you."

Who do we know in our lives who is seeking and calling out for help? Are we taking the time to hear and find them?

The greatest miracles can come from the smallest acts of kindness.

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i

 Feeding the homeless at The Salvation Army

Giving blood (request from a member) for the first time.

Quick photo shoot on the roof of the hospital after visiting a poor, ailed, soul.

My super cute companion who is ALWAYS looking for ways to serve me daily. Looooove her.

Hello Logansport, Goodbye Hair *sobs*

My baby flew the coop last week!

And so did I.

So after saying goodbye to Sis Pete

and having a mini fam reunion (pretty positive we have the biggest posterity in the mish)...

Great-Grandma, Grandma, Mom, Baby, Grand-Baby

I set out for

L O G A N S P O R T .

All I have to say is:

Shout out to the homies that have ever served in Powell.

I feel ya.

Bless ya.

This place is the exact opposite of my last area, goodbyyyeeee civilization!

Hello, corn.

Fields and fields of corn.

The branch has 65 members (I counted).

The closest missionaries to us live 15 miles away...

And they're not even in our mission.

Because Logansport is so teeny, we cover a lot of area.

Why?

Because we have to leave our city to actually find humans.

We have the biggest area in the mission and we cover FIVE COUNTIES.

F I V E.

I cannot begin to express to you how grateful I am that I love my companion.

Sister Harris, you da one.

My first week started off pretty rocky:

My very first day in Logansport we went over to a member's house to have dinner and they have a nephew who is a hairdresser and he gave Sister Harris a trim and it looked really nice...

For those of you that are unaware, I made the mistake of cutting off all of my hair not too long before I left on my mission and have been trying to grow it out ever since.

But.

It really needed a trim so I'm all like,"Heck yeah. Free haircut! Let's do it!" 

So I told dear, Hairdressing Nephew Man that I just wanted a TRIM.

TEE ARE EYE EM. That spells trim. As in... t r i m.

He took it upon himself to basically roar up the weed whacker and go nutz.

I mean... by all means. 

It's not like it's YOUR hair dear, "Hairdressing" Nephew Man.

So long story short (and I mean SHORT), my hair is no longer.

To make the day that much better, later that night when we went home to our sad (elders had it before us. gross) apartment, I sat down in this chair to you know, weep and whatnot...

And it completely flipped over.

We need a new chair.

All in all, the work here is aaaaamazing and the gospel is still true and brings true happiness aaaaaaaaand there are about a billion ice cream places in this cute, little town.

So.

I'm good. 

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i