Bless This Mess

Hey Ya'll!
Another week come and gone, and I can't keep track of the days anymore.
Mothers Day is coming up and I am so incredibly excited to skype home!
This past week was busy, eventful, all the normal missionary adjectives. Tomorrow is President Hanks birthday! Woot woot! We get interviews with him tomorrow too, it'll be wonderful to sit down and chat with him.
We went on exchanges this past week, I went out to Tup-Town with the amazing Sister Crandall. While we were out there we stopped at a Texaco to fill up their car with gas. We saw the Diesel button, not knowing what it was we decided to fill up on that. For those of you who are as dumb and pull blonde moments like us, Diesel is strictly for 18 wheelers. The nozel wouldn't fit into the gas tank, but we tried to pump gas in anyway and gas came shooting out at us. Luckily not very much got into our car and none of it got onto us. Blessings! Sister Crandall spent the remainder of our night store contacting at the mall. The last people we talked to was a group of black teenage boys. One of them, named Kuleek (unique Kuleek is how he introduced himself), had dreadlocks- super cool, had never been baptized before. Down in the South that's a rare thing. So, we talked to him about the importance of baptism and asked if he'd like to be baptized. His friends informed us that he drank. His defense was that everybody has at least had something to drink before. We told him that as Mormons we don't drink. He was completely floored that we don't drink, do drugs, etc. He told us "Ya'll are the strangest girls I've ever met in my life." Thank you Kuleek.
On Saturday Sister Castagno and I were re-united! We went store contacting at Walmart and ran into Michelle Bond, a member at our church in Tupelo. She took us out to lunch at El Rey! She's awesome.
Yesterday after church the Voyles took us all over Smithville, Fulton, and Tremont to meet with part members and less actives. One less active was a 101 year old lady named Sister Shakleford. As we were introducing ourselves to her she thought that Brother Voyles, a 65 year old man, was my husband. Ha! That was fun to try and resolve. But we got to see so many wonderful saints and try and bring them back into the fold or invite their spouses to hear the messages that we have to share. It was just a blessed week. We continue to try and bring souls closer to Christ daily. I hope that ya'll know I love you!
Love, Sister Michaela Mason