Take a look of how the Lord let me know that He's thinking of me this week. On Monday we were looking around at Plato's Closet and while we were there not one, but two! of Alex's song came on over the system. I about had a heart attack. #tendermercies
I realized I have failed to update you on our investigators. Well, as of recently almost every single one, except a family has dropped us and they are only progressing tiny bits at a time. It is actually way cool. Sister Allred and I started teaching this family back in March, when I was here, for about 2 weeks and then I got transferred. Since then sisters have taught them and dropped them and picked it up again and dropped them and so here we are on the verge of repeating history, but finally had a breakthrough. The Lords hand was definitely in the work this week. So this family consists of a padre, a madre, an hijo, and an hija on the way. They are the driest Mormons I have ever met, but just are stuck in their old catholic traditional ways. Well, this week we planned an awesome lesson for them only to get to our appointment with a few family visitors and noisy kids. Well, Hermana Jaurez has been having some problems and needed some medicine and so she sent her visitors to the store to get it for her. And by "she" sent her visitors, I really mean the Lord. We were able to have a quiet lesson with them and the dad, who has been one tough cookie, said his first prayer out loud in his entire life!!!!! The wife was in shock, I think we all were. THEN THEY CAME TO CHURCH YESTERDAY AND I DONT THINK I HAVE EVER HAD MORE JOY IN MY ENTIRE MISSION!!!! They have been getting taught since March and they finally came. One thing I have learned-- never give up on someone when there is the slightest bit of interest. Never.
There have been a lot of tears this week. Happy tears, sad tears, but mostly sad tears. For some reason people in this area keep bringing up how much time we have left and unfortunately it's not slowing down. It kind of even seems like a dream, but I'm not ready to give it up yet. Really 3 transfers is just not enough time. If anyone talks about me coming home you can bet your bottom dollar I will block you faster than you can say chimichanga. I REALLY LOVE MY MISSION. FOM4LYFE.
Let me just let ya have a taste of what our conversations consist of these days:Hermana Gruber: "Wow these things are powerful!!" (Referring to the mints we were eating)Me: "Not as powerful as my testimony"
Me: *pouring caramel syrup on some delicious apple cake* "that's what I'm talking about."Hermana Gruber: "yes.... baptize that thing."
We are sooooooo lame and I love it.
Here's a poem that I came across his week. Enjoy! “‘Father, where shall I work today?’And my love flowed warm and free.Then he pointed out a tiny spotAnd said, ‘Tend that for me.’I answered quickly, ‘Oh no, not that!Why, no one would ever see,No matter how well my work was done.Not that little place for me.’And the word he spoke, it was not stern;He answered me tenderly:‘Ah, little one, search that heart of thine;Art thou working for them or for me?‘Nazareth was a little place,And so was Galilee.’”--Meade MacGuire
Sometimes we feel so small and insignificant, but I know without a doubt that Heavenly Father is always looking out for us and knows the desires of each of our hearts. Rely on Him.
From where the days are always sunny....without fail....., Hermana Brooks
ps. family home eveing this week. "ok everyone go find your armor!!!!" hahaha