Dear Everyone.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I AM ALIVE RIGHT NOW. but i am!
Seriously though... Ready for a crazy injury prone week?!
I guess i'll just start from the beginning of the week.
Once upon a time, we got a call from HANNAH. And let me tell you, the sisters have been trying to get a hold of her for about 6 months now... After texting her lovely things for 3 months, SHE FINALLY CALLED! We listened to her heart, and basically me and Sister Frampton are begging her to move to Utah with us and live with us. She's so awesome. She even begged us to go tracting. WHEN DOES THAT EVER HAPPEN? Uh, never. Miracle number one.
Wednesday came, and my gosh i felt like a mountain had just fell right on top of me. We went to the Stokers so i could ride the bike and take a very lovely bubble bath, and then headed right back home. I definately think a bubble bath after 9 months is a miracle. Miracle DOS.
Thursday. Ohhh thursday. So i dont know if you've ever heard about a good New England storm... they really are real. We got grounded that day, so we decided we were going to walk the 3 miles to the office in the blizzard because we were sick of the apartment and we obviously cant go shovel all day. But of course, the Pettingills called and got permission to come pick us up. Miracle 3.
Now, for the injury day #1, Friday we were still grounded cause the storm was still happening so the Pettingills came to get us again. We were walking to the car, and it finally happened. I slipped and nailed my head right into a steel frame, then passed out. Don't even ask how i perfectly managed to hit the frame. So obviously i had a concussion... and was way out of it. We get to the office and i just start puking. So my lovely companion and sister pettingill teamed up and called sister stoker on me, then made me call dr aldous. i had to tell him all the other things that have been going on, like my passing out for weeks and my sharp pains in my ribs, so he chastised me, told me to give the phone to sister frampton... and chastised her, then told me to go to the er. Fat chance of that... So instead i went to Dr knight, whose nurse told me i had to go the ER for my concussion before they can see me for the other stuff. Again, i refused. Good thing im a missionary and Heavenly Father takes care of us right? I was able to see Dr knight without an ER trip. Miracle 4.
BUT ON THE WAY.... Sister Pettingill drove us there, and the roads were awful. So as we are turning onto the road of the hospital, with a drop off on the left side and a guard rail with a pile of snow in front, Sister P loses control and we slammed right into the rail, but managed to not go flying down the drop off that was only a couple feet from the rail, and not get stuck either! It was like we played bumper boats. We slammed the rail, and then slid right back onto the path we needed. Sister Pettingill screamed OH THANK YOU LORD! and all we could do was laugh, cause obviously laughter is way better than crying right? And then i looked back to the spot, and what i saw was the most beautiful thing ever. Angles were just lined up all brightly beaming. We're alive... Miracle five!
Saturday was awesome. We met with Nance to make moms famous almond bread and to have a lesson before she was confirmed yesterday. I did a lot of sliding on the road that day too, CAUSE IT WAS RAINING. I swear New England has the weirdest weather. But anyway, i asked her how she felt since being baptized. She told me that she has felt so much more confidence, and a lot of peace in situations she would normally be frustrated in!
Sunday i woke up and was NOT myself. I couldnt even walk. It was weird. I managed to get on my knees and just plead and talk with Heavenly Father. I told Him i wanted to go to church and that i needed a tender mercy. He blessed me so much. I knew Tammy wouldnt be at church and she is my little angel during sacrament, so i was begging him to send someone else. I sat down, and here comes the cutest little girl named Shay who is here for the holidays. She plopped right down next to me and cuddled right into my arms. My heart just melted, and as i held her (NOT ON MY LAP I PROMISE!) I was overwhelmed with our Father's love. Completely. I am His little child too, and all He wants is for me to nuzzle right into His arms and feel safe and loved. I sure felt it. Then after RS My next little mercy came. Oh sweet Hermione. She came and cuddled up to me too, and asked if she could see my scriptures. She somehow knew i had pictures in there too, so she asked to see them all. I started showing her all my loved ones, and got to one of Dallan. I told her he is so special and that his body works different than ours. She kept asking how its different, and why, and how things work. She then got quiet, and looked at me and said "If he cant talk for himself, who speaks for him?" i just cried. and cried, and cried somemore, and told her "Our Savior does". It really got me thinking of the Atonement. Christ walked our path so He could speak for us. He atoned for us so He could stand beside us, and plead our cause. He suffered, so He could be our advocate, our voice, our legs, our Hero, when no one else could. Jesus Christ is truly my hero. Dallan, you too are my hero. AND THEN! Sister Crowley came to me and we just talked. She looked at me at me and told me "Sister Cloward, there have only been three people in my life that i have seen with a sparkle in their eye so bright it radiates all the time. You are one of them. Miracle six.
Sunday night we got in to see a LA and an Investigator who had right before we stopped in, smoked 2 packs each. The room was a disaster, and the spirit was just not there at first. But as we sung "I am a Child of God", the spirit was so much present. It was so overwhelming! Again it was confirmed that I, SISTER CLOWARD, am a child. I am a child to the most Heavenly Man alive. Hearts were softened that night. And i still dont have lung cancer. Miracle Seven.
And then i had a really awkward moment. We got into the elevator and we were still dying of the smell. It stopped on floor seven, and in walks a man who was seriously sent from God. Why? because he smelt so good. So what did i chose to say to this man in that awkward elevator setting? "Oh my gosh you smell so!.... (and then i stopped to think for a minute. Is telling a man they smell good inappropriate? Probably Sister Cloward. dont say that...) you smell fruity! I told the man he smelt fruity. I dont even know guys.
NOW the last injury of the week. This morning im just singing away walking in the rain (yes... rain) and im walking to the car. This man totally looks at me and thinks im the cutest or weirdest thing in the world singing away when all of a sudden, i slip and started going face first towards the asphalt, so i hurried and tried to twist to not kill my face, but still managed to hit my head and back THE TWO THINGS I TRIED TO NOT LAND ON. But hey, im still alive. Just majorly banged up haha. I seriously have so many angels its a joke, I have a whole team of them!
Well everyone, pray that there will be no more storms here. I think that will solve a lot of my problems!
OH mom, you asked when we teach! We teach from 5-8 m-f and all day sat and sunday! Hallelujah we have some awesome investigators that keep us busy! THE LORDS WORK IS HASTENING and i have the greatest calling in the world to be so much a part of it. I love this work to the moon and back.
Love,
Sister Cloward
I MASTERED YOUR ALMOND BREAD, still not as good as yours though ma.
i made my first snow angel.
selfie snowgear saturday. it was -15 that day.
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