This week was full of miracles. They always are.
We started teaching the grandson of one of the members. He is 14. He just moved here with his mom and sister from New Jersey and as soon as they got here he started to going to church with his grandma because he has always wanted to be closer to God but never really had the chance or been taught how because his parents work so much. He said he was always jealous of his Catholic friends who complained about going to Bible study and other youth activities. He also pretty much bore his testimony to us of the miracle of his grandma's conversion and the power of prayer: he sees her pray every night and morning and says that is what softened his grandpa's heart to let her join the church so many years ago. He was pretty endearingly bashful in his eagerness to learn the right way to pray. Also the Young men's leader and young men in this ward are on fire with missionary work and have already got him playing basketball and attending mutual. He said the first time he went to church he felt a little uncomfortable because he didn't know anyone, so that is why he is SURE to go to mutual every week so that he will feel more comfortable! He is the coolest.
Also, do you all remember
the investigator we had a really powerful lesson with my first week in
the area? The one who LOVED general conference? And wanted to be baptized as
soon as possible? And then disappeared? He apparently went to Monterrey for
awhile, but then stopped answering calls, and when we went to his apartment
there was a lock on the door which meant that he had moved without telling us
(not the best sign). We still called him about twice a week, hoping he would
answer. He never responded. but just as Hna Hale and I were settling
into the chapel pew for Sacrament meeting yesterday, he waltzed right past with
his long legs and sat himself down. I went to go sit by him (hna hale stayed by
our less active) and he was just so happy to see me and quick to explain that
his life has been crazy with moving but that he wants us to come over
Wednesday, and bring friends for his kids who we need to start teaching. After
every testimony that was borne he echoed next to me with a firm
"AMEN!" and then he would turn and whisper to me, "Que
bonita!" While nodding his head affirmatively as if to say, "Yep.
Everything is right here. Just as it should be." I love the people I get to have
meaningful relationships with just because I am a missionary.
Last, we had to trade cars on
saturday with the office elders to get ours fixed from a rear-ending that
occurred before I got here. Then we parked overnight in our apartments like
always, but without a pass, because Hna Hale was certain they don't check
parking here. Well.....in the morning our car wasn't there. So 20 minutes
before church the Sanchez family came to pick us up in their mini-van, and we
got to call the office man in charge of the cars. He wasn't very happy. But the
miracle was, even though we were fasting, we weren't even upset by it. We just
shrugged our shoulders and laughed a little, hit ourselves in the forehead, and
started walking towards the church. It is pretty cool how little road-bumps
don't upset you when you have your mind focused on eternal things. And then we
didn't even have to pay the fine because they didn't even think it was our
fault!!!! Wouldn't it have been an extremely pointless loss of the spirit if we
allowed ourselves to get frustrated or angry? I am so grateful for the little
lessons I learn every day, this one being that life is too short to be unhappy.
Come what may, and love it!
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