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Hello, and welcome to the Mormon Memoirs. My name is Aimee and I am hoping to use this blog to help people understand who and what the Mormons are, and how I came to be apart of this wonderful group.
I feel like my entire life has lead up to this moment. I never felt like I truly belonged at any of the churches I've been to. I've been through so many unpleasant experiences at the ones I've attended, that I eventually stopped going.
It started out by accident meeting the Mormons. Well, meeting with the missionaries in our area. My mom had this amazing roommate Cindy and I don't recall how she came to meet them, but she would cook them dinner once a week and have lessons. They also do service for others like helping with yardwork, or in our case, painting. Cindy needed help removing the outer windows of her home and scraping off the old paint inside them and repaint them. I showed up to help for two reasons: 1. To be helpful and 2. I was mildly curious about these guys.
Now, y'all are going to laugh, but for some insane reason that I don't know, I imagined the Mormons to be like the Amish. No clue why, and even now I still mix up some thing. My missionary friends think it's hilarious, but I often feel silly.
So I show up and these two young guys are there! Every time Cindy said "Elder Rose this" or "Elder Carter that" I kept thinking of older Amish guys. You can imagine my surprise to see these young guys. Also, joke was on us, because Elder Rose was transferred and we got Elder Wille. (I later met Elder Rose and he's amazing as well.)
We barely talked due to us all working and they left a few hours later with just a few words spoken. Cindy told us that she was cooking for them on St Patty's day, so I made plans to go say hello.
To be continued... In another blog!
I feel like my entire life has lead up to this moment. I never felt like I truly belonged at any of the churches I've been to. I've been through so many unpleasant experiences at the ones I've attended, that I eventually stopped going.
It started out by accident meeting the Mormons. Well, meeting with the missionaries in our area. My mom had this amazing roommate Cindy and I don't recall how she came to meet them, but she would cook them dinner once a week and have lessons. They also do service for others like helping with yardwork, or in our case, painting. Cindy needed help removing the outer windows of her home and scraping off the old paint inside them and repaint them. I showed up to help for two reasons: 1. To be helpful and 2. I was mildly curious about these guys.
Now, y'all are going to laugh, but for some insane reason that I don't know, I imagined the Mormons to be like the Amish. No clue why, and even now I still mix up some thing. My missionary friends think it's hilarious, but I often feel silly.
So I show up and these two young guys are there! Every time Cindy said "Elder Rose this" or "Elder Carter that" I kept thinking of older Amish guys. You can imagine my surprise to see these young guys. Also, joke was on us, because Elder Rose was transferred and we got Elder Wille. (I later met Elder Rose and he's amazing as well.)
We barely talked due to us all working and they left a few hours later with just a few words spoken. Cindy told us that she was cooking for them on St Patty's day, so I made plans to go say hello.
To be continued... In another blog!
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