The Last of the Mohicans...

7/7/14

And by the last of the Mohicans I mean the last of my time with Sister Kucheruk. You could say I am a sad girl and that would be correct. We got transfer calls on Saturday and found out that I will be staying here and Sister Kucheruk will be going to Moscow to be a Sister Training Leader there. She's such a rockstar missionary and I have loved being with her so much. I have come to love the Russian people even more from being with her and getting the opportunity to see how she serves her people. It's a beautiful thing. I have never known someone so full of so much love and light. Which is just a testament to the people of Russia. I know they are elect and I know that Heavenly Father has some of his most faithful children here. Our week was great. We were in Moscow for Missionary Leadership Conference and it was fantastic. We have the best leadership because they all love missionary work so much. We decided that the Transfer of Miracles will now be done every transfer but on a district level. So cool. Then we came back to little Ol' Lipetsk and worked like there was no tomorrow. We had a huge miracle in that we found an inactive member I have been trying to get a hold of since I got here. We were following the GPS system on our ipod and everything was going well except for I made us get off the bus one stop too early. So we ended up first in a sketchy storage unit area and then on a foresty trail. All the while I'm just following Sister Kucheruk and talking on the phone. All the sudden the foresty trail ends and we are right in front of huge train tracks. Including a hauling train racing down said tracks. After it passed us we could still see a train in the distance and all the sudden Sister Kucheruk turns to me and in english says: "We need to run very fast." I didn't even question her and we just ran across the huge train tracks with a train coming. INSANE. Do not ever do that ever. Then we ended up on another forest trail and finally found the member's house. It was such a good adventure. And it was even better because it was followed by a really good lesson with this inactive girl. The rest of the week was great too. I have come to love Sundays so much on my mission. I love that we have the opportunity to partake of the sacrament and to feel so close to Heavenly Father. I had the opportunity to bear my testimony this fast Sunday and was just struck all over again with the goodness and love of Heavenly Father and Christ. I know they live. I know they love me. I know there is so much happiness and joy that can be found when we do the small things; when we pray and read our scriptures and try to daily become a little better. I'm happy and healthy. We are working hard and loving life. Have a good week! Love, Sister Harris