This week we got permission to go to New Orleans for our preparation day. Lemme repeat that, I got to go to New Orleans!
I've been literally like an hour away from it my entire mission, but I've never been able to go. And I just need to proclaim something...
I am in love with New Orleans! 💘
We got to ride in a magical streetcar and walk the streets while they had bands set up in the middle of the road and play jazz 🎷🎺
We went to Marie Laveau's Voodoo Shop (it actually really freaked me out lol) and we explored cemeteries that looked just like Princess and the Frog. We got to look at the Mississippi and they had a marching band because of the anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans.
Okay, I'm sorry that's enough.
So Mardi Gras isn't until February 13th but Louisiana knows how to party so it's starting now. The amount of king cake I've had is insane. (King cake is basically a giant cinnamon roll covered in purple, green, and yellow sprinkles and with a small plastic baby Jesus inside. If you get the slice with the baby you have to bring the next king cake. So it's literally just an endless cycle of king cake.)
I FINALLY found the first maple donut in LA. I've been searching forever, they have donut shops everywhere but none have maple. You see what's wrong with that?
Some Tracting Experiences: (I promise no more gun stories)
-we tracted into a sweet old Catholic lady (everybody and their dog is Catholic in Gonzales) she let us in. She just started talking and she told us "The key to a long-lasting marriage is always saying thank you, always saying I love you, and always holding hands while you sleep."
-we knocked on the door and they opened the window above us and yelled "who you looking fo'?" "Anybody!" "They're not home right now!"
-we literally chased after a ups guy
-we tracted an entire street but we didn't tract 3 doors because something came up. Later we were calling random numbers in our phone we didn't know and someone answered. We later went to her house and it was one of those 3. The Lord provides a way.
-a little old lady had a "Happy Birthday Jesus" sign on her door. She couldn't really hear, especially when we told her our names. She thought that Sister Strate said Sister Street. And she thought I said Sister Kevin. So look out for our tv show Street&Kevin
-we were talking to a man in a wheelchair. We were getting in our car. As we got in our car we looked back just in time to see him get up and walk away. #LyingOrHealed ?
-we decided that we were going to tract using the Book of Mormon instead of the Restoration pamphlet. We instantly got into 2 houses and got 7 new investigators! One grandmother said "Let them in, this could be our blessing today."
-we tracted into a lady who had a 9-year-old son. Turns out they are Baptist and her son is the preacher. HE'S A 9-YEAR-OLD BAPTIST PREACHER! And if yall know anything about Baptist preachers, then you know how amazing that is. Lol. He literally travels around Louisiana preaching.
-we accidentally texted a drug dealer asking if he was interested in a message about Jesus Christ and he asked us how much we are looking for hahaha
Some other things this week:
- the saints lost and Louisiana lost its mind
- I ate two servings of shrimp ettouffee to get someone to read the Book of Mormon.
- Sister Str8 spilled water on her dress and the person next to her spilled water on himself too so she wasn't embarrassed #TruHomie
-Quotes from that one old Cajun Guy. *to us, the sister missionaries* "Y'all going to church?.......you better be!" After he realized who he was talking to.
We asked him how he was doing and he said: "They're trying to kill me!"
"I'm not disgusted. I'm just gusted."
Tender Mercy of the Week:
Literally, all the sisters in the New Orleans Zone and the Baton Rouge Zone got invited to the MLK March in New Orleans. Everyone except us. So we decided since we didn't get to go #bitter we would tract instead. And that was the day we found the two families. Even though we were both angry we found some amazing investigators. We also met a super cute lady. She has the most adorable 3-year-old daughter who ran up to me and gave me a penny and said: "have some money." (Somehow she knew I was a poor missionary)
The Lord knows what He's doing yall!
Sister Kevin
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