안녕하세요 from 사랑하는 구미!!!This week was so much fun and so much for my poor trainee to take in!!! Bless her heart!! Korea put her though the ringer this week, but she handled it like a champ! I'll explain more about that later. But first I'll share some miracles.Yesterday we got to church early to get everything ready before the members got there and when we were practicing for Sister Workman to lead the music the oldest daughter of the family that came last Sunday (her name is Jung Bo-rahm in case you want to pray for her *hint*hint*) just walked into the chapel. I went up and said hi and it turns out that she came to church all by herself!! Her family was on vacation but she couldn't go because she's in her last year of high school and kids here have to go to school 6-7 days a week during their last year of high school. By a miracle, Sunday is her only day that she doesn't have school, after school academy, or study hall. So she took the 20 minute train ride all the way to Coomi to come to church. The family in the ward that brought her to church last week didn't even know she was coming, but she did! And she took her only day off to come to church! I want to give her English teacher in Sandy a big kiss on the cheek for being such a great influence on all of the kids who did foreign exchange with her!! So she came to church and during YW we basically taught her a member present lesson about prayer and God and invited her to be baptized. We also asked her if we could start teaching her the missionary lessons after church and she said she'd ask her mom. Please pray for her that we will be able to teach her the lessons and help her get baptized!Some other miracles this week were that we were able to find a long-lost less active member while we were advertising for our English class, we found a new investigator with lots of potential when we were out proselyting on the street, and we started inviting people to be baptized on the streets as we proselyte. Some people think that we're crazy, but President Barrow has been encouraging us to be more bold in our teaching and finding. There is so much work to do and not enough time to do it!Okay, so I'm sure all of you white folk back at home are wondering what Tongsuyook is. Tongsuyook is delicious. It is like sweet and sour pork, but 500 times yummier, probably full of fat that is bound to clog your arteries, and possibly the best part of Korean "Chinese" food behind Jajang myun and Jambong. It is heaven...but if you have to be forced to eat an entire platter of it (which feeds like 4-6 people) with just you and your companion, you just might get diabetes or have a heart attack...or both. And that is pretty much what happened to us this week.We made an appointment to meet with a less-active at the school where she works. So we met her there and helped her with organizing some things and she gave us a tour of her vegetable garden and the class rooms and she had us speak English with her students. It was so much fun. She is the cutest lady and she is so sad because she has worked at that school for 20 years and she has to retire next year. 슬픔!!!! But after she decided to take us out to dinner for helping her. She originally wanted to take us to this really delicious Korea side dish restaurant, but Sister Workman has a really hard time with Korean food so I had to refuse the offer (sad...). So we decided to go get some Korean Chinese food. It was so fun and we had a great conversation, but she ordered us each a giant bowl of Jajangmyun (black noodles) and a HUGE platter of Tangsoouyook. And she wanted us to eat the whole thing. So we did. And I kid you not, we were like Scooby and Shaggy waddling all the way back to our house. In the words of Grammy Johns: tie my legs around my neck and roll me home because I am stuffed like a pig. Hahaha. I love Korea.Anyway, that's all of the time I have to tell you about this weeks adventures!사랑해요!!"I you love!!"Sister Johns요한들 자매
Monday, May 16, 2016
The One with Lots of Miracles and Tongsuyook
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