The bitter north.

6/30/14

Well. This week winter returned. I had previously vowed to never wear tights again. Because I hate them more than anything in the world. And this week, the tights were worn. And a coat. And a hat. IT WAS TERRIBLE. It was so cold we didn't know what to do. This week I have been on a split with a girl from St. George who went to Dixie. We were both so terrified of the cold it was legitimately comical. We turned on the oven and all of the stove tops to warm our house. Two girls from St. George facing Russian storms is not a good combo. Haha. This week has been wonderful. We have worked a lot with the members and I was reminded all over again about how much I love the members of the church in Russia. They are stalwart people. They are strong and they are doing their best to love the Gospel. I have a really strong desire right now to find inactives. I was going over our ward list and there are so many people who are inactive. I found a photo album in the branch that was made 5 years ago. Everyone in the pictures except for about five people have now gone inactive. I want to find them. I want to help them come back. We had a branch activity and watched 17 Miracles. It was fantastic. I think it's cool for people in Russia to learn about the pioneers because the Russian people are also pioneers. They are crossing the plains, they are facing persecution, and they are remaining faithful. It's an inspiring thing to be a part of. We have seen huge miracles in the branch here. When I first got here there was legitimately no primary. The kids just ran up and down the halls. Now, the Primary President is taking responsibility. She plans lessons. I help with the music and it's the best. I love hearing them sing the primary songs, bearing their testimonies through music. Last week one of the boys wanted to teach the lesson. And he did. He taught us about the first vision and about how we receive answers to prayers. It was beautiful and perfect and heart warming and all things good. I am just the happiest. I love you all. Love, Sister Harris