We had a few really cool things happen this week. It was an
incredibly fast week, but I feel like I always say that.
We were able to see Lupe again, the woman whose groceries we helped
carry. She was really happy to see us and we were able to sit and talk
with her for a while about things that are going on in her life and
how having a relationship with God and Jesus Christ can help her to
have peace in whatever situation she might be in. She's going through
some really hard things right now and she said that the day we came,
it'd been so hard that she couldn't really get out of bed. At the end,
she really didn't want us to leave and told us we could come back
whenever and if she wasn't there, we could talk with her mom.
On Friday, we were planning on taking our investigator, Juan, with us
and Carlos to do a church tour. When we went over to his house for our
weekly appointment, he wasn't there. We were a little disappointed and
decided to return the following morning. When we did, a woman who we
didn't recognize came to the door, took one look at us and said, "Oh my
gosh, you're MORMONS!" We were like, "Uh...yeah, that's us!" Then she
said, "I was praying this morning that some Mormons would come see me
because I really need some prayers today and just right before the
doorbell rang I said to my niece, 'I hope Mormons come see me today'."
It turned out that this was Juan's daughter. We sat with her for a
long time while she told us everything that she believes and feels and
thinks about Christ and literally everything she said was doctrine of
the church (it was insane, all the big things way down to the little
things like the importance of journaling). It was amazing, there were
a lot of tears shed by all and I could feel how incredibly much God
loves this sweet woman, Sylvia, who is constantly seeking direction
and guidance from Him.
That experience was one of those things that just doesn't happen by
coincidence. We weren't supposed to be at Juan's that morning and
neither was Sylvia. Was it by chance that we knocked on Juan's door
seconds after Sylvia told her niece she "hoped Mormons would come see
her today"? Absolutely not. That experience was evidence of a loving
Father in Heaven who is constantly and acutely aware of us. He knows
every desire of our hearts and every burden we carry. It was humbling
to have the opportunity to be sent as the answer to Sylvia's pleading
prayer for comfort. I read this scripture this week and was reminded
how much I love it:
"Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are
continually before me."
(1 Nephi 21:16)
God is constantly aware of and concerned for us. I can testify of this
not only because I've felt it for myself, but I've seen the evidence
of it in the lives of other people as well. At times in life, we may
turn our backs on Him of our own free will but He will always be our
ever-loving, ever-merciful, ever-concerned Father whose hand is always
extended toward us, ready to lift us up the very second we will allow
Okay, some other side notes: I got my contacts! Thanks for that. Also,
could you send my coconut oil under my sink in the bathroom? I think a
while ago you asked if I needed Zyrtec. I don't. I've been taking
local honey for my allergies (do I sound like a real Oregon hippy or what?) so
I only take Zyrtec once a week.
I still haven't received
anything in the mail from Dalene. Am I supposed to or was it just the
email? Also, could you send me that bag I have my jewelry in? Also,
granola bars. I can't think of anything else I need.
We went to Tigard and on the way back we
saw a Panera Bread Restaurant and stopped. I was so excited! Yes, I got the broccoli
soup even though it is, in fact, July.
Have a great week!
P.S. Here is a photo and video from our "Fear vs. Faith" lesson at our District Meeting last week: