This email is going to be really short because my brain is so dead. My throat started hurting yesterday and I’m in so much pain that I only got 2.5 hours of sleep last night… yeah.
We went to a baptism on Saturday for a man named Joe and his daughter. It was really cool because Steph (who’s been a member for literally a week) bore her testimony while they were getting changed and it was so powerful and amazing! It seemed like she had been a member her whole life. And then she got up and bore her testimony in sacrament meeting! She is so amazing!
Also at the baptism, the guy that was baptizing accidentally made Joe hit his head on the wall (Joe has bad knees so they had to lay him down in the water). Someone then made the joke that baptisms for the dead can only be done in the temple.
We also went on exchanges this week. I was with Sis McMinn, and Sis Evans was with Sis Weaver. It was raining the whole time. Sis McMinn said that maybe someone would stop to talk with us to ask what was so important that we were walking in the rain in skirts. No one did, but it was a good hope.
Every day the STLs ask us a question to get to know us better, and during exchanges they asked, “If you could go to space with anyone, who would it be?” Sis Evans said “A bed salesman” (she always says something related to sleep) and I said “My pot dealer” (cause I’m from CO). We were on the couch laughing our heads off cause we think we’re so funny and I think the STLs didn’t know what to do with us. Sis Weaver didn’t even want to tell Sis McMinn what we said. Oh well, at least WE think we’re funny!
Well, I’m gonna go try to get some sleep now. Pray for me.
Ciao,
Sister Schroeder
Service for Steph:
Ice cream break (courtesy of Diego):
Diego and his yellow flower (and Takis):
PJ day!
More ice cream:
Sis Evans, Persa and clothes from the dead sister’s closet:
Diego in a skirt (The bag is so it can never be proven):
