I have heard horror stories from other missionaries about companions. I was terrified that my first companion would be an enormous trial. So far, it seems, I have lucked out. Sister Russell is from Spanish Fork, Utah, and I know that she and I were meant to be each others' companions.
Here are some things that make me love her:
If she has something that someone else doesn't have (like a towel rack or multivitamins that are small enough to be swallowed without choking), she offers to share.
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| "Swallowing horse-pills is not necessary with Sister Russell around" |
She has received personal revelation on behalf of our investigators, and that revelation has proved useful.
She puts up with my near-need to speak Spanish or Portuguese on a daily basis, even as she supports me in my effort to do it out of love and a desire to lift up other missionaries, and not to show off how awesome I am.
She is willing to come back to the residence hall after every meal so that I can brush my teeth.
Feel free to pray for both of us, that we will be sensitve to each others' needs and be able to lift each other up.
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