So
this week was an interesting one. On Wednesday the Covington Elders and
us were going out out to eat with a less active family for the last
time (because we normally would have the two companionships but we
aren't allowed to do that anymore). Well the elders were in the truck
with the head of household and we were following behind about 30 feet in
our car. Well we were going down the road and some lady swerved and hit
the truck and pushed them back about 7 feet. Luckily nobody got hurt
(there was a lot of divine intervention there). Well we stayed with the
elders so that way they had a way to get home if needs be. Ya we were
there for a good two hours or so waiting to find out who's jurisdiction
the accident happened in. It was in Covington's but just barely. This
made me realize just how much the Lord is watching out over us
missionaries, because if they had got hit even the tiniest bit harder
they would of rolled into a ditch. SO moral of this story is pray for
the missionaries to be protected because God will protect us. So yes I
am fine everyone is fine. It just smelt like burnt pineapple pizza
afterwords. Oh I also found out how not sheltered I am because at one
point standing in the street talking to the son who came to take his dad
home asked if we smelt alcohol, no one else could smell it/knew what is
smelt like but me (Ya I am not sure if that is a good thing or a bad
thing)
Besides that nothing new.
Have a good week y'all, I love y'all bunches, 
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