Not a Typical Missionary

It would appear  that it is once again Monday. I could have sworn we had Monday last week.

This week has been slightly chaotic with the passing of  Rafael (last week). 
Sister Christensen was asked to play the Organ. A day before we get a call from our frantic Bishop.
 He needed someone to lead the music....
 I, Sister Natalie Jarvis, have never actually led music in my life.
That night I proceeded to open the Hymn book- and stare at the songs for a good chunk of time, trying
to make sure I hit the beat properly. I haven't played any musical instruments for about 5 years. 
Fortunately the leading was easy and I did all right. The ward Choir director thought  I should lead the
music at Church  on Sunday. I think my face turned a funny color because she started laughing at me. 
The funeral was really sad because most of the family doesn't belong to the church. 
The entire process made me extremely grateful for the Plan of Salvation. It reminded me why I am out here.
Lots of people don't know what we have and that, for me, is really painful. Later on in the week 
Sister Christensen and I were stacked. We had 3 back to back lessons. One with a Pastor, One was a lesson where the investigators were being passed off to the Spanish Sisters (they were
so cute and cool), and the last one was with two of our investigators.
I wasn't feeling it. I was having a hard time getting focused. I was praying very hard for these lessons not to fall through, because I knew that if they did I would have a very hard time being motivated the next day. 
So, we left with a member for these lessons. The pastor was supposed to be at someone's home- he got hungry so, he decided to stay for an extra two minutes. At the next home there was no car in the driveway and suddenly  the entire family came spilling out the doors with their 3 dogs.  The last lesson the investigators were home and they had friends come over (unannounced) and sit in on the lesson. I felt like a very blessed
missionary.
A few days ago was the Ward Water Day. I blew up tons of water balloons.  One of the young men accidentally squirted me in the head with the hose. He was horrified. Normally, this one kid was a bit of a
stinker, but he felt really bad for squirting me. Wiping water out of my eyes I told him it was all right ....and I wasn't the typical sister Missionary anyway.  Upon his confused response, I squirted him back
with the hose. Then I had a bunch of little kids ask me if they could throw water balloons at me. How could I deny them?!  I felt a bit like Samuel as he stood on the wall because most of the water balloons
missed me xD

Love you all!
~Sister J