On my second birthday in the mission field, I spent the entire day knocking on doors and getting rejected. We didn't have a single appointment and, as a result, we spent 12 hours tracting. I ended the day eating a carton of ice cream feeling sorry for myself.
It was not a good experience.
But at least it provided me the material for today's strip. That's worth something, right?
(Read another strip here.)
Monday, May 26, 2014
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Birthdays in the mission field are the best, right? I got my flight plans for going home on my second birthday in the field!
ReplyDeleteWhen I decided to ask to be baptised, the Elder I spoke to - who always had a big grin on his face - smiled so broadly I'm sure it met in back... it was only later I discovered that it was his birthday!
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