Week 13- Pensacola (E-mail to Mom)

Dear Mom,
My address is 10025 Hillview dr. Pensacola, FL. Or just send it to the mission address. They can forward it to me unless you have to pay to ship (like a box) it then I can pick it up at the next zone conference. Ok, I thought pills might help.
Down here it was 97 degrees with 90% humidity. I will trade weather any day of the week. Plus, our air conditioner broke, so our apartment is blazing hot.
Plus, I spent a hour talking to Jesus this week. No Maren, not Jesus Christ. Say it the Hispanic way. We were tracting and went up to him. He talked our ears off for a hour, literally an hour, but he never said sit down, so we were standing outside his gate listening to him talk. He is Cuban, so I was only able to understand every third word. Not fun!
We were over at the Grilley's house and it came time for the spiritual thought part of the evening. I prepared one on pride. Since it was a long scripture, I asked Elder Packard to read it. I pointed out how it said in the passage that the rich and the learned have the most pride. I was going to say usually, but before I could, Sister Grilley started off on this big lecture about how not all rich people are selfish. Then when I started again, I said, "Well, rich people." Well, I can't remember what I said next. I can only remember what happened next. Sister Grilley pointed out that I said 'which' people, not 'rich' people and she started laughing at me for 2 minutes. Everyone started laughing. So Elder Packard had to take over because I had to fight back tears. After we finished, we left. The hard part is we go over there every week for dinner.
We got three new investigators this week. One stopped us on the street and asked if we worked for the church. We stopped and talked to her for awhile. She came from Egypt. If she is baptised and is deported back to Egypt, she could be killed for converting. That is why she came here. Oh, Islamic people are so crazy sometimes. Anyone that is Islamic has to have their baptismal interview with the Mission President. I learned this last night. She really wants to know more about Jesus Christ. We found one tracting. We have one that has 3 weeks left to live. He is dying of cancer, so our job is to make it easier for him to be accepted on the other side. The West Florida hospital is so nice, it looks like a hotel.
So I have been writing Keisha's family because Keisha makes them write me. And Keisha's mom wrote me that I inspired her to read the Book of Mormon because I was an example of our church whenever I went over there and that I would give up 2 years to preach it.
But this really cool thing happened. Fox Run (my area) and Pine Forest went out to lunch at Applebees because we had nothing to do. We ordered our food, but when we got the bill all it said was 'Paid: God Loves You.' Someone paid for our meal. The waitress couldn’t tell us until that person left. It put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.
Elder Forsberg

P.S. July 7 is when President Jensen is coming in. I forgot the zip code for my address. It's 32514.