We started out our adventure for today by taking the bus to Church.  The past two Sundays we have been passengers in the four-passenger car.  There are six of us using the car, so it clearly was our turn to walk. One of the senior sisters went with us, and none of the three of us had taken this mode of getting there yet. The day was cloudy, misting and windy at 8:45.  Of course, I carried Mary Poppins with me!  We walked to the Bus stop and managed to get on the correct bus.  We got off at the correct place and even managed to get on the second bus correctly.  But from that point we did a bit of requisite bumbling - as it is affectionately called in the S K Madsen family.

We were supposed to get off the bus at the hospital stop.  SK asked the bus driver to tell us when we got to the hospital....and the driver responded that the bus driver didn't go to the hospital.  So the three of us conferred briefly and then got off the bus!  We were extremely blessed that Sis. Hamblin had brought her iphone, which like ours no longer lets her make phone calls, but for some mysterious reason still has GPS.  She looked and was able to navigate us through the streets of Amager to the church building.

We arrived at 9:55....with 5 minutes to spare!  My nose and cheeks were bright red from the walk in the cold, and my hair looked slightly frizzy, slightly wavy and in general - uncontrollable.  (This is one of those times I decided I just can't worry about it.)  I looked in the mirror (in the lobby) and quickly smoothed the worst of the flyaway hairs down, and turned to look into the smiling face of our Branch President.  He shook my hand and said, "I would like you and your husband to bear your testimony today....if you must speak in English....well then we'll translate for you."

Well!  I should have been ready for that, but I wasn't.  I knew (because of Lia's coaching) that I must attempt it in Danish. The Branch President  had said that since it is Fast Sunday we were to just come up whenever we wanted.  I didn't want to delay it, so after the first couple of testimonies I went up.  --Oh by the way, I turned and grabbed Stan and took him with me.  At first he was resistant, but I guess he didn't want to make a scene.

We stood at the pulpit and I delivered a testimony similar to what you hear at every fast and testimony meeting from a 4 year old...looking to SK for help once in awhile.  I have to tell you here that it was not good.  I don't know if anyone understood, and I am pretty sure that I slaughtered the grammar.  When I asked SK afterward if it was bad, he nodded yes and said "Don't worry about it."

After I bore my testimony, he bore his....and did a lovely job of it.  Oh how I envy that ability to be able to speak from your heart!  I could have said great things in English!  I know what would have come from my heart.....but perhaps before our mission is over, that will happen in Danish.  I hope so.