Last night Soeur Lefrandt and I were kinda freaking out. We were so afraid they were going to call one of us to train. And I had forgotten to write my habitual letter to President saying "I can handle anything the Lord thinks I can handle... but I REALLY REALLY don't want to train. Please don't make me train unless there really is some specific girl that absolutely needs me."
On the way home from Paris last week I sat next to this adorable classy lady. And then she said the word "sorry" instead of "desolee" and I turned to her, beaming, and said "Where are you from!?" And she was from Nevada. In Paris with a friend. And we talked about Paris and how magical and beautiful it is. Then she showed me all of the pictures she had taken that day. Then we talked about our families and how much we missed them. Then she asked me all sorts of questions about what this California girl is doing in France. And we talked about God. And Jesus. And hope. And I left her with a card with the church's website.