Well hello from Arizona. Still in quarantine- but doing our best. We did have contact with a real live person this week-- which was awesome (and I miss that so much) It happened as one of my companions and I were backing out our other companion who was driving. Everyone in our area pretty much lives in a trailer park, and they have these tiny narrow lanes in between. If you don't know, missionaries cannot move cars in reverse unless their companion is behind the car backing them up. (I didn't till I got here:) It's silly and really embarrassing in busy places, but it's a rule and so we follow it! So if you ever see a sheepish looking kid motioning to a car in reverse, give them a thumbs up. Anyways, one guy was sitting in front of his trailer drinking and we started to talk to him. Long story short, he was super nice and it was like an adrenaline rush to get to talk to a real live person haha.
This week also we went on a scorpion hunt with our neighbors and that was SO COOL. They came into our backyard with a blacklight and shined it all over the place, until a neon yellow scorpion appeared in the flash light's circle. It's really tan, but for some reason the blacklight makes it crazy bright. So the neighbor guy killed it with a hammer, cut the stinger off, and put it in a ziploc bag to feed to his bearded dragon named Blue. Pretty cool stuff. Then I borrowed his blacklight and conducted a very thorough scorpion hunt in my house and garage. Luckily we didn't find any, but we will have to continue to check throughout the summer.
Other than that, it's been pretty uneventful, but I'd be hard pressed to try to remember the hundreds of moments where I felt the Spirit or recognized that the Lord is aware of me. It's hard to explain, but I know He is there.
This week I'd like to challenge you to read Mormon chapter 9. I read it this week and was struck by the power of that chapter like I'd never read it before. It gives me confidence that the Lord is in charge, and that's a beautiful reassurance in these crazy times.
Lots of love from Apache Junction,
Hermana Miller


















