Panama by way of Colorado. Hermana Bledsoes mission

It was Sunday morning, and we were at church. We were singing the opening hymn: a poor wayfaring man of grief. It was such a beautiful hymn! The words just about brought me to tears as we sang. It was such a good message! The song ends, and I continue to dwell on those words. I wanted to study them, they were just so-- My companion nudged me. "Prayer!!" She hissed. I looked up at the podium. No one was there. Then I realized what she meant. I jumped up and practically ran to the podium. I totally forgot I had been asked to give the opening prayer. Thank you Sister Canepari, for saving my skin.  You're getting this lovely email on a Tuesday because we had zone conference yesterday (Just a big missionary meeting.) It was pretty awesome.  It also snowed again... I keep waiting for summer and it still isn't here. California friends, please enjoy the sunshine for me.  Sorry, no pictures this week. Just a bunch of boring words. But not all words are boring, here's a fun...

Greetings, my amigos What a week it has been. When I say it was full of miracles.... I really mean it was full of miracles.  I'll tell you just one of them. On Saturday I was on exchanges with the YSA sisters (so we swapped companions for the day-- I went to Columbine, and one of the sisters came here). We had a lesson with someone they were teaching named Eli. We called someone to join our lesson(Skye) and we arrived at his apartment right on time.... but he wasn't home. All 3 of us felt very strongly that this lesson needed to happen. So we waited. About 20 minutes later we get a text from him saying he'd been in a car accident (he was okay though) and that it would be a while before he got home.  And still, we decided to wait. For one reason or another, this lesson needed to happen.  In the meantime, we talked with Skye. Her story was INCREDIBLE. She's 28 and preparing to serve a mission. Her testimony was literally the strongest I've ever heard.  So FINALLY Eli ...