This was quite a packed week! We had the Light the World International Day of Service, my first scambio (or companion exchange) and I had my fortune read!
To start things off, I will tell you of my scambio. I went with Sorella Palmer to serve in Rome 3. We were able to talk to lots of people, and also sing in an African Spiritual choir. It made me think of my bestie Emma and her love for Spirituals. It was really fun. We went to the Friendship Center, which is a place that holds classes for refugees. We were able to help out with the choir. It was quite the experience. It was magical(:
As far as my fortune being told; we were taking the metro, and this old man was persistent in talking to me, despite me saying I don't understand haha. I told him I was a missionary and I was from the United States, and then he would say one word in a questioning tone, and without context. I couldn't figure it out at like all. Apparently he thought I said Sardinia or something. But finally the lady on the other side of me (who I had tried to talk to and failed miserably, ((and Sorella Palmer didn't sit by me and I was completely alone in trying to talk and understand what they were saying))) said that I was from America and then he understood. After that I was quiet because he was particularly hard to understand, but he tried to talk to me again! So finally I'm like "va bet. (which means whatever) if he wants to talk, I can talk about the gospel", so I launched into the scriptures and how now we have a prophet who receives the word of God. And he seemed interested, he asked where the prophet was, what his name was etc. So I kept talking. Then all of the sudden he grabbed my hand and studied the palm. The lady sitting next to me, and Sorella Palmer (who was across from me) started laughing too. The old man then proceeded to read my palm. Apparently I have a good fortune ahead of me. I'm going to be a nun! Lol, he then refused to read the palms of the lady by me and Sorella Palmer. Apparently I was more "important" and yeah. So that was funny. He was either mocking me or crazy, or maybe a bit of both.
And finally, for the International day of service, my district cleaned the streets of Ostia. I can not count how many beer bottles and cigarette cases we picked up. But a lot of people stopped and asked who we were. One father and son even got our information to set up another service day where the boy could bring all his friends and help. It was pretty cool. We made friends with some punk ragazzi and they offered me weed when I said I knew who Snoop Dog was haha. When we politely declined, they said since we don't drink or smoke, and that we were living the strong life.
As far as miracles go, they were happening left and right. But one in particular that stands out was when we were teaching Roberta. Roberta and her son Andrea. He is in his 20s, but has a younger mental age. We had really struggled trying to teach Roberta. She loves music, and every time we go, we play a song on the piano and sing. We pick a primary song or hymn arrangement. So that's been good. We then go over the English words we sang, and teach her what they mean. Then we do a mini lesson. But every time the Spirit would come, Andrea would drive it away. So we were stuck with this problem. And Roberta wouldn't come to church because Andrea didn't want to. So, we took the Anziani to our last lesson. Anziano Payne played guitar and the rest of us sang. Then the anziani went and hung out with Andrea, and Sorella Harmon and I had a really good quality lesson with Roberta. She was so touched that we brought people to be Andrea's friends. Apparently he has none. So she was touched and she agreed to try and come to church on the 23rd, and to come to the Osmond Devotional. Hopefully Andrea will want to come because he has become friends with the Anziani. So pray for them! It was a miracle that things clicked so well between them. :)
It's been a wonderful week and I've learned so much. I'm grateful for all of you and for all of your examples. I love you much!
Vi voglio bene!!
Sorella Thorup
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