Kyora! (Okay i actually don't know how to spell
"hello" in Maori, but that's how you say it haha)
Well, this week has been.. another week :) Sunday was
exciting because 1. the Bishop's wife found our phone for us (it may or may not
have gotten dropped out of our car and sat in the road all night in the rain
and sleet and we had a flippin panic attack for like 24 hours with it missing
and the battery being dead) and 2. Michael passed the Sacrament for the first
time (i wanted to put this in all caps to express my excitement, but i thought
that would be kind of sacrilegious..) and it was absolutely amazing and i
thought he was going to explode from how big his smile was and i will never
forget it and the sun was 239842398 times brighter than normal to match the
fantastic-ness and 3. One of our investigating families showed up to church
(the family that speaks spanish) when we thought they were going to be out
of town all weekend!
Something I have been reminded of this week is that this is
the Lord's work. The Lord is gentle yet firm in reminding me of this. Yes, this
work requires 200% of our effort. But at the same time, it's not us that makes
it happen, it's the Lord. We went to teach a woman named Dhorthy and she talked
to us about how she knows the Book of Mormon is true, and how she believes
Joseph Smith was a prophet. She was absolutely glowing when she told us this.
She had to touch her heart as she spoke because there was no other way to
express how she felt. As we sat there, i just marveled at how the Lord allows
us to witness these changes. Perhaps if he wanted he could just drop Books of Mormon
on everyone's porch with an instruction manual about how to receive revelation
and how to get to the nearest church. Because it's the Holy Ghost that does the
changing here. But instead he allows missionaries to be involved. What a
blessing :) Does any of this even make any sense? I am kind of just rambling,
trying to get out of my head what I've been thinking the past few days.
Oh a side note, the Lord is the perfect teacher. After a
disastrous evening last night (we can only spend an hour in each person's home
and oftentimes people are very unhappy with us when we have to leave if we are
not tactful enough - hahha, me, tactful? i know, i find that funny too), the
Bishop just happened to call us today and told us that we are
"awesome" and he loves us and that we are "doing a great
job." Wow, if that doesn't make you feel good as a missionary then you are
crazy. It's wisdom in the Lord for letting us wriggle and squirm and repent and
re-examine, and then give us a pat on the back afterwards. Thanks, Heavenly
Father :)
love you all!!! Sorry for the rambling.
Sister Rose
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