Getting Sick and Getting Smooched

This week was actually quite boring, I was very sick for most of the week, and didn't get the chance to really go and do anything, so next week will be better. We did get to teach one lesson before our Mission Nurse, Soeur Povar, called and informed my clueless American mind that 37.7 degrees Celsius actually IS a fever, and so therefore we had to stay inside for basically the next five days. Not that fun. But all is well, my French is coming along really well! I can now understand most of what people try to tell me, unless they speak really fast, and can hold my own in a conversation. 

This picture is exactly what you think. Apparently Pokémon got big somehow in the Lyon mission, and my comp has a few decks, but hasn’t spent any money, so he let me borrow a deck and we played, it’s a lot of fun! Especially when you’re stuck inside for five days!

[Next Week]

Life is great on the mission! I’m no longer sick, it’s so much better! It is so great to watch people progress and come closer to Christ! The French keeps coming, I can now hold a basic conversation with just about anybody I meet. It just becomes more difficult as we get into subjects that I have absolutely no clue on vocabulary. But teaching Charlie is a joy, he speaks English fluently and for some reason prefers being taught in English. He is really coming along, we had him read the chapter in Alma of the seed of faith (chapter 32) and then he really liked the analogy and everything in that chapter. His faith is growing, I can see it each time. We had a miracle drop into our laps too, we got a referral from the mission office to go visit this guy named Jeremie, who looked at a lot of churches, and finally gave our church a try, and is loving our message. He is so excited about the book of Mormon, how it compliments the Bible so well, and how our principles just make sense! The only problem we have in lessons is that we can barely talk, he loves to talk so much. It's so cool how the Savior and Heavenly Father prepare these people for us, how even without knowing it their lives are being changed through our Heavenly Father's love. 

In other news, I had the bezu done to me this week for the first time. The bezu is the little two kisses on each cheek thing that the French do, which is very real and very common. 

We're technically not supposed to do it as missionaries, especially with women, because in France it’s the equivalent of a hug. This lady who wasn’t interested in our message (but was very religious) was happy to see that we were young people with faith enough to serve missions for two years. She talked with us for a little, than without me even realizing what was going on, she started doing the bezu, and there was this really awkward moment with me kind of backing away, then her just doing it. My companion died of laughter as soon as we walked away. Au Revoir!  

French Bread and Cheese - Delicious!