It was a classic missionary week of highs and lows and lows and highs. Let me start out with some lows: our investigator got put in jail, our recent convert smoked and is in the hospital, I cried, an investigator asked me why I always ask he stupid questions (the question I asked "how are you doing?"), a member asked me a probing question and I cried at their house. Highs: our little ginger investigator gave us earrings, we went to the temple, a little part member family that has three daughter loves me and my companion, the 9 year old planned her birthday party for when she knew that we could come, I got to see my Canadian grandpa. and an old couple in the ward took us to Applebee's. Somewhere in the middle my zone leader said I'm not mediocre, so that was flattering. It was actually a great week!
Life is great as a missionary. I have been thinking a lot lately about how we can only control ourselves. We work so hard every single day for other people but when it comes down to it we can still only help ourselves. The world is in our heads. I've been thinking about that nonstop actually. I meet a lot of people who make their problems out to be the worlds fault, or their spouses fault, or the economies fault but really we control ourselves. It's just thoughts of my mind. Month 11 is great so far. 
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