Last Sunday night was a night of firsts.
I gave my first missionary presentation. Considering that my role in the past had been to smile when introduced and then sit back down while my husband gave the presentation, I thought it went better than expected.
Driving home that night I had another first meeting—a meeting with a deer. My poor Toyota Yaris wasn’t so impressed with that meeting. The deer’s shoulder slammed into the front corner on the driver’s side, smashing her pretty blue bumper. Being a faithful little car, she drove me home with all her lights still functioning and without any apparent internal injuries. Of course, the next day I did have to check her in at the “auto ER”—commonly known as the repair shop. I’m sure she’s homesick and counting the days before she’s back in my driveway. The feeling is mutual.
The chance encounter with the deer prompted my third first for the night. It was the first time I ever called 911.
Three firsts in one night. You know, I really could have lived several more decades without needing to have two of those firsts. But the missionary meeting? Even though it was outside my comfort zone, it was a first meeting of many as I make plans to head back into missions full-time. That made it a good first. I would appreciate your prayers as I continue having meetings—and for safety in all my travels!