Keep on Swimming: Week 22
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| A Day in the Life. "I want to save your soul that's what I want." |
Let me try to put my
thoughts of this week into words.
First of all, C came
to church!!! It was glorious! We brought coloring books and snacks so her girls
could sit through it but they loved it. And they stayed all three hours, even
though she had just gotten off of work at 7 that morning.
It was the highlight of my
week by far I was so exited to see her make that commitment of coming.
It was testimony meeting so naturally
a lot of people who were bearing their testimonies were crying. M (4 years
old) was sitting next to me and goes "Why are they crying?" I said
"Because they feel the spirit and they are happy." And she said
"You feel like spirit at church right?" And I said "yes you
should" and she said "Oh I feel happy, I think it's the spirit."💗
We had another lesson with
one of our investigators this week. It went a little long because she asked a
ton of questions but most of them were more simple doctrinal this time so I
can't complain. Sometimes I get nervous with the language barrier because she's
from Vietnam and so we hope that she fully understands us.
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| Persian Book of Mormon for our investigator. So cool. |
Remember the Cheshire Cat
I told you about? Haha well we were driving by this week and we saw her outside
so we went and talked to her, that also ended up being a really long, shocking
conversation. We were sitting on her front porch and my poor companion was
right in the sun, we both were so gross and it's not even summer yet.. anyway she's not
interested in learning but we tried. We told her we would say hello when we saw
her but we won't be stopping by anymore.
We did lots and lots of
finding this week. Knocking lots of doors. Those days always feel good at the
end though! I feel so accomplished.
We also had interviews
this week, then we went out to lunch with some of the sisters and I wrote my
name on the ceiling this time at Yellow Dog Eats.
Also we found this one
family, they are friends with a member in another Ward. Seriously the dad was
probably one of the nicest people I've ever met. They are Messianic Jews... I
know. He said they are very stuck in their beliefs but adore what we do and
they wanted us to come back for dinner this next week with their friends who
are members. Then we ran into those members at church and she was like "Oh
my gosh they loved you sisters!" She said she has sent several sets of
missionaries there but they have never taken the discussions because they
didn't like the missionaries. So hopefully we can get them more warmed up to at
least learning.
Our young women in our
Ward had a Book of Mormon read-o-than! In three days they read the whole thing.
They all slept at a members house and did it all day, so we went over one day
and read to them for a little bit In Mosiah about Alma the younger. I loved it,
it was such a good idea and the girls learned so much!
Saturday was crazy. We
helped D with service and then she took us to lunch. When we went to
D's house her dogs got out so I had to chase Simba down the block and
through random people's backyards. It felt like Ollie (Sarah's dog) all over again.
(Probably getting mad me
for taking pics)
That night we planned to go with D and H to young women's conference. The broadcast was at the stake center, Heather ended up getting sick and had to cancel. So, we get to the stake center... no one there. Seriously only 1 car in the parking lot and it was a missionary car. Our stake center is like 20 minutes away from our house so we're like shoot what's going on. So I started calling all the sisters in our zone and none of them were answering. Finally one set of sisters answered and said they went to the stake center also, but no one was there so they just went to a member's house. And then the other sisters went to our own building and said they were having the same problem because no one was there either. I called the bishop and people I knew in the stake and they all thought it would be set up. So then D dropped us off and the sisters told us we could go to their member's house, but we decided we were just going to watch it at home. Couldn't get it to work. So we get in the car to find this house. Get lost. End up going home, by miracle and prayer and tender mercies we got it to work just in time to see the last talk by President Eyring and needless to say I cried my way through it. I don't know if necessarily anything he said was what I was looking to hear, but it was certainly what I was looking to feel.I love this gospel. When I
listen to our leaders I know God continues revelation.
Some days I feel so far
from perfect that I'm almost overwhelmed by it.
But I remember my savior.
Savior meaning I've been saved, meaning I need to be saved. And I think about
how much he loves me and that it is okay to be weak and simple, just as long as
I'm in the right hands.
Love you all.
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