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Feeding the Missionaries

Our Relief Society was given the assignment to feed the sister missionaries last night. The only stipulation we were given was that we needed to live between 1300 and 2100 South, and dinner needed to be between 5 and 6:00 PM. Knowing that I was one of the few who lived between those coordinates, I volunteered. I figured I needed the good vibes anyway, and that the missionaries would for sure bring them.

So, I called the sisters Tuesday, and said I would be feeding them. I gave them my address, and was then informed that I was out of their area and lived too far west. They said they would request permission from the office to come to my place. They also mentioned that they had an appointment at Temple Square at 5:45, so could we make dinner at 4:30. Normally I get off work at 4:30, but I figured I could probably duck out a bit early. I told my friend Angie about it, who lives a little further east, and she graciously volunteered to do the dinner at her place. She could also arrange to leave work early. I called the sisters back and told them we had a new location. It was still out of their area and they would still need to get permission.

The sisters called me back and said they received permission to come to Angie's, and they would see us at 4:30 Friday. So we had a plan and everything was good. Until yesterday. See, we got this huge snowstorm yesterday afternoon. Thankfully I had been able to leave work and log in from home that afternoon, so I was kind of holed up in my apartment. I had just settled down to a mug of hot orange tea when the sister's called me at 3:30 and said the mission office had told them they were not allowed to take their car out in the snowstorm. So could I come up to their apartment and pick them up. They lived east of Foothill Drive. I said I would come get them, but knew I would have to leave the house pretty much right away, since I had to get the snow off the car, and the roads were bad. So I took a pretty roundabout route to get there, avoiding the steepest areas. I got there around 4:25 and pulled up in front of what I thought was the house and called and told them I was out front. At that moment a FedEx van pulled up behind me. I was out from the curb quite a bit, trying to avoid getting stuck. But even though there was plenty of room to the left of me, he said he absolutely could not get around me. So I had to move. And of course I did end up getting stuck. And of course, the FedEx guy went on down the road, and did nothing to help me get unstuck. At this point, the sisters had not appeared yet, and then I looked down the road, and saw them several houses behind me. Apparently I had been dyslexic and had inverted the last two numbers, so I had driven past their place. There was no way I was going to be able to back up, so the poor sisters had to walk down the street to meet me.

Thank goodness for the good vibes they had brought with them. They got in the car, and I was suddenly able to maneuver enough to get unstuck. We made it down the steep hill, and then from there had pretty much smooth sailing until we got to Angie's house. And only a few minutes late, I might add. Dinner was lovely. The sisters were both relatively new members of the church. One was from Kansas and one was from Mongolia. They brought a great spirit with them, and I was glad we had been able to work everything out, in spite of all the minor obstacles. It just goes to show you that the Lord watches over his missionaries, and over you when you're with them.

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