My new apartment really isn't an apartment--it's a GARAGE. We live in a member's home and their garage is separate from the house so we get to sleep in there. It's pretty nice but the bathroom is about the size of a cruise ship bathroom. Pretty tight. And now that I'm living in a garage, I am burning through my allergy medications.
My new companion is Elder Ouasill, (wah-sill) from Alabama. We had a powerful but simple lesson in diligence yesterday. We decided to go tracting and were driving around trying to listen to the Spirit as to where we should tract. We weren't having much success and finally picked a cul-de-sac to tract. About halfway through no one had even yet opened their doors and one guy opened his door and without saying a word, shut the door.
Elder Ouasill said it was pointless and that we should go back to the car and plan for a lesson we had later that evening. As we were heading back to the car, a man and his son were riding their bikes towards us. We waved them down and began talking with this man. We actually presented a lesson to this man on the spot and even though we weren't able to set up a return appointment, we felt we left a strong impression with him and his son for future missionaries to build off of.
If we had not continued to tract, we would have missed this man. This was a great lesson for me. For a few weeks I have been praying for ways to strengthen my faith, and just by finishing tracting that cul-de-sac, THAT was an example of faith to me. It showed me that when I trust in the Lord, He will bless me for continuing to work (even when the situation was bleak).
I realize that what I need to do to be a better missionary is to cast doubt out of my mind and just do the will of the Lord.