I am convinced that after my mission Heavenly Father is going to bless with us Florida missionaries with the gift of never sweating again. That would be realllll nice.
This week we saw some pretty sweet miracles and added a few new people to our teaching people and are continuing to work with the 'gators we already have. So Tuesday was a rather tiring and discouraging day. Everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) denied us that possibly could. Didn't matter our approach, didn't matter if were knocking doors or riding our bikes, didn't matter that we were sweating bullets, these people were just so harsh. It got to the point that after ever door slam that Hermana Jackson and I would just bust out laughing... kind of a pity laugh at ourselves. Satan was working real hard that day to keep us down, but as passed experiences would prove this right about when the miracle happens and it did. We were able to teach one of our new investigators named Jon. He was a such a miracle. We contacted him walking down the street with his pitbull (yeah, there are a ton of those around here. eek!) and he said he was willing to listen to our message. Tuesday comes around and after a day or rejection we were able to meet with him. He expressed to us that the day before we had met him his mother had passed away and he felt prompted to listen to our message. Taught him the Plan of Salvation and he loved it. There is nothing better than seeing the hope in an investigators face when we teach about how they can be with their loved ones again. We are seeing him again this week and hopefully he will have received an answer from God that the message we shared is true.
I sending some pictures of me and 3 other missionaries. Basically, we are a fourman companionship. They are serving in Kissimmee as well and we are always having a grand old time. Everyone is also starting to wear head wraps. Best purchase of my mission, but that's not where I was going with this. We were all riding our bikes to our favorite Mexican restaurant, so just picture it. 4 sisters riding their bikes down the street contacting people and what not, it was like a Sister Missionary parade. One of the English stops at a bus stop and starts talking to this guy and does a brief overview then he looks at me and was like "okay what do you got for me?" then proceeds to the other sisters, but it was seriously one of those missionaries moments where I was entirely grateful for my calling. Nothing like bearing testimony in downtown Kissimmee. Everyone here has such a strong faith in Jesus Christ and are always willing to listen to us, but never quite understand the importance of what we are sharing.
I love Hispanics and noting is every going to change that. They are the nicest most humble people and shoot, I might even just move down to South America for a bit. Just kidding Mom, don't have a heart attack.
Last night we had a missionary leadership meeting with ward council members, WML's, bishops, ward missionaries and us full-time missionaries and it was so awesome. The Spanish part of the ward is struggling a bit. This Sunday only 20 people were in Sacrament, so Hermana Jacks and I are going to really work with those less-actives in the ward. Serving a stateside mission has really opened my eyes on how members and missionaries should work together. Sharing the gospel is not a scary thing, sometimes a bit awkward, but just let it flow. Some of my most awkward contacts have been the most solid 'gators. Just throwing that out there. God is soooo good.
Con amor,
Hermana Brooks
This week we saw some pretty sweet miracles and added a few new people to our teaching people and are continuing to work with the 'gators we already have. So Tuesday was a rather tiring and discouraging day. Everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) denied us that possibly could. Didn't matter our approach, didn't matter if were knocking doors or riding our bikes, didn't matter that we were sweating bullets, these people were just so harsh. It got to the point that after ever door slam that Hermana Jackson and I would just bust out laughing... kind of a pity laugh at ourselves. Satan was working real hard that day to keep us down, but as passed experiences would prove this right about when the miracle happens and it did. We were able to teach one of our new investigators named Jon. He was a such a miracle. We contacted him walking down the street with his pitbull (yeah, there are a ton of those around here. eek!) and he said he was willing to listen to our message. Tuesday comes around and after a day or rejection we were able to meet with him. He expressed to us that the day before we had met him his mother had passed away and he felt prompted to listen to our message. Taught him the Plan of Salvation and he loved it. There is nothing better than seeing the hope in an investigators face when we teach about how they can be with their loved ones again. We are seeing him again this week and hopefully he will have received an answer from God that the message we shared is true.
I sending some pictures of me and 3 other missionaries. Basically, we are a fourman companionship. They are serving in Kissimmee as well and we are always having a grand old time. Everyone is also starting to wear head wraps. Best purchase of my mission, but that's not where I was going with this. We were all riding our bikes to our favorite Mexican restaurant, so just picture it. 4 sisters riding their bikes down the street contacting people and what not, it was like a Sister Missionary parade. One of the English stops at a bus stop and starts talking to this guy and does a brief overview then he looks at me and was like "okay what do you got for me?" then proceeds to the other sisters, but it was seriously one of those missionaries moments where I was entirely grateful for my calling. Nothing like bearing testimony in downtown Kissimmee. Everyone here has such a strong faith in Jesus Christ and are always willing to listen to us, but never quite understand the importance of what we are sharing.
I love Hispanics and noting is every going to change that. They are the nicest most humble people and shoot, I might even just move down to South America for a bit. Just kidding Mom, don't have a heart attack.
Last night we had a missionary leadership meeting with ward council members, WML's, bishops, ward missionaries and us full-time missionaries and it was so awesome. The Spanish part of the ward is struggling a bit. This Sunday only 20 people were in Sacrament, so Hermana Jacks and I are going to really work with those less-actives in the ward. Serving a stateside mission has really opened my eyes on how members and missionaries should work together. Sharing the gospel is not a scary thing, sometimes a bit awkward, but just let it flow. Some of my most awkward contacts have been the most solid 'gators. Just throwing that out there. God is soooo good.
Con amor,
Hermana Brooks