Hot Sauce and Holland

WHAT A WEEK.

Oh my days.

If you know me, you will never believe I did this. We went to a sandwich place called Mean Green Sandwich Machine in Burntisland. Sil, the owner is a so cool. The little hole in the wall is wonderful.

And, he has a hot sauce challenge. And you have to sign a waiver just to TRY the hot sauce.
The amount of the sauce was minuscule.  He put it on our fingers with a tooth pick.

And I did it.

I'm talking a dot the size of a mustard seed caused my mouth to literally feel like I ate fire. SO HOT. We were drinking milkshakes and ice and it wasna going away!

I'll call it a success though on account of  Sil said that we took it much better than the grown men that try it -- they run outside screaming, begging for water, etc. CHAMPIONS.

And guess what else happened? Probably the best week of my life.

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland came to speak to our mission.

Um. Is this real life? Is this gonna last forever? I certainly hoped it would.
It was an incredible experience and I can't even begin to describe the insights I received. He was the picture of power - as Elder Holland always is - and I feel blessed to have been in the same room as him and shake his hand.  (Shaylee, I'm sorry I didn't get a selfie with him for you!)

Some thing that he said that really hit me was this:
"We are God's investigators. Whatever we want for our investigators, He wants for us. If you want them to change habits, you need to change habits too."
How can we ask people to do things if we ourselves aren't doing them? We ask our investigators to read and pray about the Book of Mormon and though we have already done so, are we continuing to do it? To re-solidify our testimonies? Once is not enough!

Sorry not sorry for the missionary moment.
I JUST LOVE THIS WORK.

Sister Skagen