Letter Thirty from the Lovely Lady Lena

Sister Hansen is currently using Mozilla Firefox to write her emails, so I’ve decided I can no longer be her friend. Haha kidding, but seriously, google chrome all da way!! Despite her strange computer ways, I absolutely adore Sister Hansen and it has been a wonderful three transfers. This week, in my opinion, was one of the best we have shared.
It all started with cookies. Sister Hansen and I made 40 plates of sugar cookies, fudge brownies, and banana bread. Our goal was to deliver them to members, investigators, contacts, and less active members in hopes of spreading some American Christmas cheer. Little did we know all the miracles we would see because of the heart clogging, cavity inducing, American sweets.
Every single person we visited managed to be home and invited us in (except for one, who we will get back to.) One inactive member that we have been trying so hard to get in contact with, let us in and we had a full lesson. She told us, in tears, how grateful she was that we stopped by. She said that her heart has been aching to come back to church but that she doesn’t have the mental strength to take the first step. She was in tears and I’m sure the sugar cookies tasted more like salty play-doh after her crying session. I am so glad that we were able to comfort her and be there to support her. I have learned that the Lord works through people, and through our talents. We must be ready to listen to those promptings, even if it seems silly to bring cookies to a total stranger.
We listened to another small prompting and decided to bring a plate of cookies by a contact that was in the area. We hadn’t originally planned to give her cookies, but we had enough to spare and went with our feeling. She wasn’t home, so we left them on the porch with an invitation to our Christmas party. The next day she surprised us by coming to the Christmas party, bringing us Christmas gifts (real porcelain angels), and told us that she wants to meet with us after Christmas and talk about the Gospel. Wow. That escalated quickly. Her heart was softened thanks to our soft sugar cookies. #powerofamericanbakedgoods
The only bad thing that came from our cookies was a cold. I woke up Sunday morning without a voice. That meant I couldn’t sing my solo or the duet planned for our musical church program. Instead, I sat with the choir lip synching and trying not to drift asleep. I must have looked ill though because right after church ended, Br.E ran up and asked if I would like a Priesthood blessing. I felt much better afterwards and was able to complete our hectic to do list without feeling sick. Once again, I was able to see how the Lord works through people. He prompted Br.E to give me a blessing of health just as he prompted Sister Hansen and I to deliver baked goods.
I hope everyone has a splendid Christmas week. Today is Christmas Adam! (Get it? Because Adam came before Eve…) I have you love,
Sister Helzer

posted by Splendidly Sar 

Schwarzenberg never ceases to amaze me, despite the depressing lack of snow.
Schwarzenberg never ceases to amaze me, despite the depressing lack of snow.

 

We made 40 plates of cookies.
We made 40 plates of cookies.

 

I got creative and made a temple one! Tasted holy.
I got creative and made a temple one! Tasted holy.

 

Preparing for our Christmas Markt ward party. They went all out and built the upstairs room to look like a Christmas Market. It was magical!
Preparing for our Christmas Market ward party. They went all out and built the upstairs room to look like a Christmas Market. It was magical!

 

All the cookies packed and ready to be delivered.
All the cookies packed and ready to be delivered.

 

Our Family Home Evening group! We agreed that we were going to take a funny face picture but then NO BODY DID IT! So then once again, I am left looking like an idiot.
Our Family Home Evening group! We agreed that we were going to take a funny face picture but then NOBODY DID IT! So then once again, I am left looking like an idiot.

 

Santa Baby! One of the many chocolate santas we have recieved. I love being a missionary during Christmastime, but I'm not sure my waistline loves it.
Santa Baby! One of the many chocolate santas we have recieved. I love being a missionary during Christmastime, but I’m not sure my waistline loves it.

 

The Christmas Party! Classic photobomb by the man that ALWAYS TEXTS IN ALL CAPS WHICH MAKES THE GERMAN LANGUAGE SEEM TERRIFYING.
The Christmas Party! Classic photobomb by the man that ALWAYS TEXTS IN ALL CAPS WHICH MAKES THE GERMAN LANGUAGE SEEM TERRIFYING.

 

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