One of the features of our new apartment is a working garbage disposal. It's been a few years since we've had one, and Mr. Fob and I are suddenly discovering a new source of marital conflict. According to Mr. Fob, movies and television have taught him that you should never stick your hand in the garbage disposal, even if it is turned off. I prefer to rely on common sense and the fact that the off switch means "off" and stick my hand in to make sure no utensils are hiding before turning it on. Mr. Fob thinks I'm crazy. What do you think? Do you stick your hand in the garbage disposal or do you like to grind up your spoons and forks?
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(I'm feeling so puffed up over here.)
That movie God's Army had a lot of goofy things in it (Elders and sisters wandering off to spend an hour just chatting with one another--yeah, right), but there were some really great parts too. The main thing the director was able to show is that missionaries are just human. With real emotions and baggage and all the rest. My favorite part is when that sister is talking about what she gave up to come--that she didn't feel she could marry her fiance because they didn't seem to be in the same place spiritually. She felt she needed to serve to find out. She served, he married somebody else even though she still really loved him. She then said that the sacrifice was worth it to really know. Her words are better and she really testifies. Anyway, I feel like I gave up some things, as well as part of myself to serve well, but every day I realize just what a blessing those sacrifices were.