So I got moved. Sister Ma'alopa eli from Samoa took my place in
Winchester after seven and a half months in
Jersey, and I was told I would be in a trio with Sister Pitcher and Sister
Nelson in Paignton, Devon. I'm right next door
to Plymouth, Teignmouth, and Penzance,
and it was the most beautiful train ride I ever saw.
Unfortunately, I don't have too much time to email--what the office DIDN'T tell us was that Sister Pitcher is waiting for three weeks for her greenie to arrive from wherever she's from, and in the meantime, Paignton was actually closed and we are meant to work in Exeter only. We spent last night in
flat (a legendary place) and now I'm writing from Paignton chapel, having found
out I've got a talk on Sunday. We can't abandon either area, even for a few
weeks--the spiritual warfare waged on the recent converts and investigators is
too much without the help of the missionaries. It's interesting to see that
while we have creature comforts of a first world country, spiritually it's like
hacking through the jungle with a machete. We can't leave them to their own
devices until we know they're ready, and at that point, the spirit will direct
us to strengthen the next one who needs us. The work goes on, but we'll do
everything we can to not let You Know Who gain any ground.
Love you all! Proper email on Monday, promise!