The One Where I Raked a Difference...Again

 Companion's Log
Stardate: Nov 2-15, 2020

Not much happened last week so I decided to do another 2 weeker. 

So we met Teeha, a referral from a member, and it was pretty cool. Haven't been able to meet with her again since but she seems pretty promising. 

We had exchanges, I went with Sister Wilson to inkom, it is real pretty out there. It was cool. Then we got to help our with the same service project I help organize last year, Rake a Difference. It's kinda weird, not as weird as I thought it would be. But of course weird to look back to a year ago when I was a little greenie doing the same thing.

We also did bell ringing for salvation army and it was so dang cold! But it was cool bc someone was nice and bought the elder's some hot chocolate, and they were nice and brought us some of it. It's so nice when people are nice!

This week we had Barbara's baptism. Sister Cottrell taught her in her last area but they gave the baptism to our ward here pretty last minute. It was great though, after the stress of putting it all together. I don't know Barbara too well but she has a very sweet spirit. I was so grateful for the members who came and introduced themselves to her at church on Sunday, a warm welcome makes all the difference.

That's about it I think. I've been doing pretty good, been working on maintaining optimism a bit. Just not spiraling out on sadness or anything. 

Sometimes when I'm sad it makes it feel like my happiness wasn't real, like it was fleeting and far distant. And I noticed this week when I felt happy it's like there was a underlying fear for when it would go away keeping me from truly enjoying it. Like you are raised above the plateau and therefore have potential energy, an unstable tension, at any point you could fall back down again. Whereas with sadness it's like you've fallen into a pit and it takes a good amount of effort to climb back out. Both times you are fighting against gravity, I guess. But this week was different, we should enjoy the sun without fear of returning rains, and push through the storm with assurance that the sun will come again. And if clouds are in the way that doesn't mean the sun is no long there. 

-Sister Dunn out