Easter week

Elder Huff with his Easter tie

Well...Easter is over. Oh well. This week has been super busy, but not necessarily successful😥. This week was bike week (thank goodness it is over!!😄!!) We biked A LOT this week. Added it all up on Google maps and we biked over 60 miles this week! 25 of those miles were in one day! I'm so happy my bike is awesome, but it's starting to wear. The gears are shifting slower and slower and the brakes are getting softer and softer. I might have to get a tune up relatively soon. We'll see. My bike isn't the only thing that's wearing out. My shoes are getting there too! I think they'll at least last me to my year mark, and possibly (hopefully) longer. My blue Costco pants have a bike seat outline on the seat, but they'll last me longer(I'm just happy all my clothes still fit 😬). Now I've seen how winter wears the clothes out, I am not excited for summer😣. 

Well, this week was pretty slow. We met this guy named Erik tracting and he let us right in! We taught him a lesson and it went really well, then he told us he was just visiting a friend! He actually lives in Maine 😡. Who lives in Maine? Come on!! So we sent another referral out of our area, when we still don't have anyone to teach. 

We did have a pretty cool miracle story though this week. We got a Book of Mormon referral from this guy named Jack and we went to his apartment complex and knocked on his door and he wasn't home. There you go, that's the miracle story! Just kidding. Anyway, the next day, we were walking in to the complex toward the building he lived, and we passed this guy and didn't plan on talking to him (even though we should talk to everyone, and we usually do) then we felt that we should turn around and give him an Easter card so we did, and we got to talking about how he always wanted to know about Mormons and he just doesn't trust the Internet and how he wanted a Book of Mormon to find out for himself. We asked what his name was and he said it was Jack! We found him. Also, the address we had was the wrong address. So we never would have found him if we didn't talk to him. Crazy. Anyway, he wouldn't give us his new address or phone number, so the ball is in his court, which stinks because people aren't very good at doing things they say they will, especially when they are talking to missionaries. We'll see if he ever contacts us. 

Well, I had a pretty good Easter. We went to church then went to a member's house afterward and they, of course, stuffed us full. This ward is gonna kill me. It's impossible to stay a healthy weight in this area! The members associate us with eating a lot of food so they prepare huge dinners and expect us to eat it all, and then they have us take the leftovers home and eat them! They also randomly give us junk food! For example, on Saturday we went and did service at a member's house with a lot of the priesthood dudes from the ward. The sister bought 6 dozen Krispy Kreme Doughnuts! And when only four of the six boxes were finished and everyone went home, she gave the last two dozen to us! Not cool! I now understand why my mom wouldn't buy many treats at the store or make any other than on calorie free day! Because if you have them in your house, you eat them!! Let's just say they are all gone now. Another example is after church yesterday, a young women leader gave us the leftover cupcakes from young women! Aargh! They are gone too! But I would also have you know, I buy a big bag of lettuce, a lot of cherry tomatoes, and at least 12 bananas a week, and they are all gone at the end of the week too. It's probably the only reason I am not dead right now. I also think part of the promise that missionaries will be protected is that somehow God prevents us from having heart attacks. Speaking of protection, I am so glad the missionaries in Brussels all are okay. It's terrible that things like that have to happen, but I just got to realize, its not really because of God, it's cuz people are not nice.

We got kicked out of another apartment complex this week by a very unpleasant unhappy lady. She approached us in a complex while we were heading over to a less active's apartment and chewed us out! She kept going on and on about how she could call the cops (even though we were just visiting a person, not tracting, and the cops legally couldn't have done a thing) and get us arrested and put in jail! It took a lot of restraint not to talk back to her and get angry but we just smiled and told her to have a nice day. She then started talking about how it wasn't very Christlike to be in jail and stuff like that (which isn't very valid because if you remember in the scriptures a lot of extremely Christlike people spent time in jail {Paul, Aaron, Joseph Smith, and even Christ himself} even though I still don't want to go to jail of course) so we just got on our bikes and rode off. I don't really know how we'll see the less active, maybe we'll just have to be sneaky😉. A lot of crazy calloused people in the world, but hey! They're all God's children, no matter how troublesome they are. 

Well, things are going okay in Summerfield, transfers are coming up! 🙏🏼 Love y'all! 

Happy after Easter!

Elder Huff and Murray with Easter eyes