missionary planner 2025-09-15T15:09:22Z
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Rain lashed against the bus window as I squinted at my waterlogged notebook, ink bleeding through pages like my dissolving confidence. Another missed appointment - the third this week. Maria's address swam before my eyes, the street name obscured by a coffee stain from yesterday's frantic breakfast. My mission in Quito was crumbling under paper chaos, each soaked page whispering failure. Then Elder Marcos thrust his phone at me during a storm-delayed transfer meeting. "Stop drowning in dead tree