My dear friend, Jenna, was getting ready to move back to the States, and for some reason, thought that it would be a good idea to invite the missionaries over to eat her last Sunday here. You know, the day before the movers came to start boxing up all their stuff, and a day after they had given away all the food in the house since they couldn't take it with them, and would be staying in a hotel for the next 5 nights. :) So I offered to feed them instead. I can use all the help I can get and I would be earning bonus points by helping out two different groups of people with one act. Yes! 🙂
Anyway, my kids love having the missionaries over. And I love the Spirit that is in our home when they are here, so it was a total win-win situation. It had been a while since we had invited them over to eat, and the kids' behavior showed it. They were so wild that night! I honestly felt bad for the Elders at one point.
Noah, especially, just loves Elder Shulte and was totally climbing all over him, and his suit! I tried everything I could to get them to settle down, but they were just so riled up, it was almost impossible.
Whenever the missionaries are in our home, it always brings back memories of my own mission, and being invited over to members' houses to eat. I always tell them that in our house, they can ask for the salt and pepper, ketchup, and whatever other weird condiment they want, and I won't be offended. Also, they do NOT have to eat everything on the table, and can stop whenever they like. I hated feeling like I had to stuff myself just so I wouldn't offend some little old lady, or spending the entire meal thinking that everything would taste just perfect if only it had a tiny bit more salt. Ugh! They left us with a great spiritual thought and I think we were helped much more than they were.
