This week wasn't that great, but I'm not as discouraged as I feel I should be. Between Tuesday and Saturday, we had appointments fall through left and right, doors slammed in our faces, and members not answer texts or phone calls. It honestly felt like no one wanted to see us.
However, there were a few tender mercies throughout the week. We were getting new tires on our car, and we walked over to Long John Silver's to get some food. There was a worker outside taking his break and said "Ah, salesmen." We talked to him for a little bit. He was confused because he didn't know Latter-day Saints and Mormons were the same thing. He is religious and everything he was saying lined up perfectly with what we believe. We gave him our number and told him to call us sometime.
Thursday was Zone Conference. It was a good meeting and after it concluded, I talked with Elder Pili who I had gone on an exchange with last transfer. While we were up there, we knocked on the door of a guy named Richard. He was super cool and the contact went pretty normal (if they actually talk to us). He said we could come by another time to teach him. Well, I went back to Apopka, and it's been a while. Elder Pili told me that Richard is on date for baptism. I was overjoyed. We probably laughed from joy for a straight 2 minutes.
Sunday, we scheduled to go see a referral we got from the Elders in Ocoee. His name is Bill, and we found out he lives in a halfway house for former prisoners. He told us he had done 20 years in the state prison and 5 years in the federal prison. He talked a lot about stuff he had seen, and man it was pretty intense. Bill is a really nice guy. He has changed his life a lot and is getting back on track. I could write all day about our interaction with him, man he's awesome, but it was refreshing to meet with someone who wanted to talk with us. He has so much promise and I'm really excited to see him again.
It wasn't a fantastic week, but I didn't really let it get to me, but Saturday I was done. I was sick of people not being reliable, not helping us, and not being respectful enough to just tell us they weren't interested. Meeting Bill on Sunday helped a bit, but I was still frustrated. We had accounting last night with our district leader. For those that don't know what that is, your district leader calls every Sunday night to ask how your week went, how they can help, and what you want to accomplish this next week. Elder Pennock is our district leader. He's from San Diego, he's a convert to the church, and is one of the most consecrated missionaries I know. We talked about our not so great week and he had some wise words for us that stuck with me. He said "Missionary work is a lot like surfing. You're out there in the water for a while, getting thrashed around, catching nothing. But once you get past the garbage break, you get in that sweet spot, and then you get a perfect 5 second ride, and you feel like you're in heaven." I tried my best to recount that, and given, I don't know anything about surfing, but I've gone enough to know what he's talking about. He said that our endurance will bless us. Then he said something to recap it "Elders, push through the basura, there's gold at the end of the trash tunnel." I really needed to hear that.
3 Nephi 27:6 "And whoso taketh upon him my name, and endureth to the end, the same shall be saved at the last day."
I hope y'all have a great week.