I feel like I am back in Washington. This past week there has been a lot of rain. A lot of rain. So much rain that it has caused major flooding in our area. The problem with our area is that it is literally between two rivers.
We were teaching an investigator for no more than 30 minutes and by the time we looked outside the water level was about mid-thigh high. Luckily, her house is about three feet elevated from the ground. So we helped our investigator put up all of her couches and things in her house. The water level kept rising and it eventually entered the house. She said in all of the seven years that she has lived there the water has never gotten in her house before. That tells you how bad this rain has been. We had to leave and the water was up to my chest as Elder Hansgen and I were walking in it. It was crazy; there was literally a river in the street. The bridge that we usually cross to get to Church and out of our area slid out of place and now is slanted. But everyone still walks on it like normal.
After we went around checking on members in our area, my companion and I looked at each other and were like "No hombre, our apartment!" So then we hurried to our place. We were fortunate. Only 2 inches of water was in our apartment. Right outside of our apartment the water was as deep as my mid-thigh. We also left all of our copies of the Book of Mormon on the ground along with all of our pamphlets. When we saw them, there was a ring of dry ground all around them. Blessings or what? My companion likes to say “a mini-miracle”.
The rest of the week we just went around helping members and other people with moving their beds and couches and drying our all of their houses. We weren't able to go out and teach lessons a whole lot. We spent or time just visiting and serving everyone. This is missionary work as well.
Don't forget to count your blessings, even the small ones.