So. Transfer calls. My companion goes crazy over information. She craves it. It's a problem. Anyways, the rule is, if you're getting transferred, you get a call on Sunday night. If nothing is happening to you, you don't get a call. So last night, we were waiting for a call and I decided to play a prank on my companion. I change the name of the Roosendaal elders in our phone to President Robinson (because of the dutch phones it puts the last name first, so his real name in our phone was Robinson President) and I texted the elders asking them to call us. So they did, and when Zuster Nelson saw that it said "President Robinson" on the phone, she freaked out. So We answered the phone and in her most professional sounding voice, says "Hello, with the Zusters te Breda!" And on the other end of the phone, our super professional district leader (that's a joke...def not profesh) in the deepest voice he can muster, goes "yo, diggity wiggity." For half a second, Zuster Nelson was so confused and didn't understand what was happening... and then she realized the prank. I laughed so hard I nearly peed my tights.
But the night went on and we didn't get any calls. So we thought we were safe. But the universe got me back this morning in the form of a phone call from the Roosendaal elders saying that I was being thrown up to Assen. What? Well, let's just say it's been a hard day.
I don't like goodbyes, so I usually don't say them. I usually just disappear. But my companion isn't letting me do that. So I guess I get to cry for a few days.
I am going to miss this place so much. It's where I was born. It is truly paradise. It is beautiful. This past week, we knocked almost every door on this one street looking for this former investigator (the missionaries didn't write his name down on the teaching record) and didn't find him until two days later when we found him at another old investigator's house, a Jehovah's Witness, and we caught them in the middle of bible study and taught them the plan of salvation ON REQUEST.
We started teaching the daughter of two pastors of the evangelical church. Her whole family has spread anti all over her about the church but she is still open and positive about meeting with us and finding out if our message really is true.
We had an investigator come to church through the rain with her two small children even though she had to take two busses to get there. She said she felt the spirit so strong during testimony meeting that she wanted to get up and bear her testimony, too.
Idaho finally came to church again! And brought her friend! And I bore my testimony in dutch and it was so bad! But I love claiming the language barrier as an excuse sometimes. Haha.
We went downtown and window shopped with an investigator, then got some ice cream (even though it was freezing) and then sat and taught them the word of wisdom while they drank some alcohol. This is the life.
When I am teaching, I find that all I have to do is open my mouth and let the spirit testify. Usually something falls out that I had never even thought of before but that provides the answer someone listening is seeking. When I take a step back, I realize--I am really changing people's lives. I am doing it. Well--I am actually just inviting and helping. But I am involved in a great and marvelous work.
I have no idea what is in store for me in Assen, but I am going to find it. And it is going to be wonderful.
Love you all! Til next week--
Zuster Hoff from the Zusters te Breda
