A Lot
I apologize that this reference will be lost on all but about three of the people who will read this. But sometimes, as you sit down in front of the computer on Monday and think back across the past week, you ask yourself, "What just happened?" And a voice sounding a lot like Sister Myers answers you and says, "A lot ." Yep. That's about how this week was. It might necessitate a chronological run-down. Monday morning Sister Bates and I waited very patiently for our taxi that never came to take us to the train station. So we called a second taxi. (Cool thing - as we were waiting and praying that we wouldn't miss our train to Dnepr, a former investigator walked by! It was really cool to get to see her for a minute. So God's hand is even in taxi drivers forgetting about two little American girls.) Our taxi eventually came and we made it to the train station with enough time to eat McDonalds with our district. And then came the sevenish hour train-ride ...