MY NAME IS FLORIST

Mom called last night all excited. It had been a busy week.
They had moved from the Mission Home to their apartment. Had gone to the Thrift Store (which by the way is Sister Homer's store of choice to shop). On Saturday had had a baptism and had gone to the laundromat afterwards to dry a comforter that Sister Homer had purchased from said thrift store. As they were making themselves comfortable a lady asked them who they were representing by their name tags that they were wearing.

And so it begins. Their first contact--without really contacting! You know they say it's a great place to meet people--the laundromat and the grocery store!
The woman introduced herself as herself as "Florist" not Flora, or Rose, not Daisy! Her father loved flowers so much he wanted to capture the entire gambit of flora, So the poor woman was stuck with Florist! Only in America could we get away with a name like that!

They struck up a conversation, they told her who they were and she actually said that she had one of "Your Books" at home. And that she was interested in finding out more. So they told her the elders would contact with her and so the proselyting begins!

They will be serving in the Peoria Ward--15 miles from where they actually live, and will be helping with the re-activation of less active members and helping them adjust back into the LDS circles.

Way to go Sisters!