I don't even know what to write about this week. So much fun, as usual. I got to see both Sister Brayton and Sister Wilson. I love the two of them to death, and it sounds like miracles are happening in Ulan-Ude. Flip's meeting with them again, Flower's getting ready for baptism, and a man who found a Book of Mormon in a stairwell started reading it and called our number and now has a baptismal date. Go Ulan-Ude!
We were blessed to have twenty-two people at church yesterday. Lots of priesthood holders were there, and it was great to see several white shirts sitting in the front row by the sacrament table. Several of our less-active members have also asked if we can start meeting with them more often. One fifteen-year-old girl's mom died several months ago, and tonight we're going to help her get started on family history so that her mom's temple work can be done. Artyom is so full of miracles! I've been working on growing some faith, and faith helps mighty things come to pass (with a little help from above).
Transfers came, and Sister Woodland and I get to serve together for another transfer! Somebody asked us last night if we're gypsies. That was a first.
I really don't know what else to write with the time that I've got. Even though Russia doesn't celebrate Thanksiving, we're going to, and I hope you all also have a Happy Thanksgiving!