But -- really long story short:
This week we ran out of money in our budget to buy food and we still had a few more days left to eat. However, the day we spent the last of our money was the day we got bombarded with people giving us food:
- our English class member who gave us 김밥 (kimbab) she made by herself, or
- our investigator who bought us a huge tub of really expensive ice cream, or
- our members who bought all the missionaries chicken and pizza, or
- our members inviting us over for dinner and, upon finding out that I was sick, sent me home with ginger and dates to make tea with, or
- the highschoolers on the street who felt bad for me standing out in the cold handing out flyers so they bought me some orange juice and a chocolate bar.
I like to think that on my mission I have tried to serve others and be an answer to their prayers but more often than not, my prayers have been answered through the service of others.
God takes care of His missionaries.
I'm really grateful for the people I know here in this ward who really make us feel at home. Even though we can't speak the same language they still take care of us like family.
Just last night, we were eating dinner with an older couple in the ward who have been members for only a few years. When I brought up that I had studied music in college the husband got really excited and started playing us music on his guitar, ukulele and harmonica. It really touched my heart as we sang hymns together in their living room.
Also - as we were looking for cheap food this week we ate some 떡볶이 and 순대. Which basically is rice cakes with spicy sauce and some pig intestines with some sort of noodle filling. Yum!
Until next time!
- Sister Holdaway
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