Dear Everybody,
This last week was hard. One of those I-feel-really-inadequate-I-just-do-everything-wrong weeks. Satan was really doing a number on me. But I think I pulled through it, because we saw miracles yesterday.
Goal for last week was to find 5 new investigators. By Sunday, we had only found 1. So our district leader (who is really awesome, by the way) asked us to please do all we could to at least find 2 new investigators, to meet the Zone goal of 3. So we prayed hard. And again, I was feeling like crap. But as I prayed mightily with my companion, and on my own, and really promised the Lord that I would repent of my short-comings and do everything that I could to be worthy to help the work in this area, I started feeling better about what we would do. Then, we were literally guided to a street to go tracting, and within 45 minutes of talking to people and knocking doors (we actually only got through 4 doors) we found a family. I had been praying really hard to find a family for our English ward, because they have been working so hard to be ready for missionary work, and I felt like they needed something for their faith. We found an English family. Well, actually, Arabic, but they speak English. They're Muslim, and from Palestine. They love hearing about Jesus and watching videos--so I said we have the perfect video for you. I really have a lot of faith in this family--I am going to work so hard to be prepared to teach this family with power, to be able to bring them to a knowledge of Jesus Christ and find a testimony in the truth. Can I tell you something? That's pretty daunting. But I know the Lord led us to their door for a reason, so I'm excited to see what happens.
Also, we've been working a little with this part-member family--a returned-sister missionary and her non-member spouse living with her fully-active parents--he is so inundated with the Gospel, it's ridiculous. They've been married 2 years, and it's a surprise he's lasted this long. He rocks. He cooked us dinner last night, and his wife made me a birthday cake! It was carrot. It was SOOOO good. And then we watched the Testaments with them, because that's the only Church movie he hasn't seen yet. It was powerful. The whole room was sniffling. Then Hna. Sepulveda and I both shared our testimonies about how we know the Book of Mormon and the Bible are here to testify of Jesus Christ. That He lives. And, even more, He knows us each by name, and He is there to heal us and forgive our sins.
David has had a lot of bad experiences with churches in his life, so that's why he is so standoffish about this one. But yesterday, I told him if there was even a little bit of a desire to know these things are true, that is enough, and he should follow it. Like a seed, it will start small, then grow. But you have to take care of it. So we invited him to start doing something--praying with his wife. He was kind of . . eh. . . but of course his RM wife was all--oh, we'll do it. Then he said something amazing--"Don't take my reluctance to read as a sign that I'm not coming around." My heart is so full of joy. And after a week of being weighed down with this and that, I know that the Lord gave me the comfort and reprieve that I needed through seeing these miracles and feeling His Spirit stronger than ever.
Sis Michaelson, sounds awesome! I am so excited to come back and be in your stake again. Missionary work really is the best work in the Church. I am sad that you're not in the singles ward. But who knows? When I get married, maybe we'll be in the same ward! Thanks for the email. I'm glad to know you've been getting mine. :D
All the rest of you I owe letters to: I have nothing to do today, so expect something in the mail soon. You can hate me if you want though. I'm a butt. I miss you all, I've just been overwhelmed. Being senior companion is hard. My comp rocks, but it doesn't change the fact that now I have to do all the moving and shaking, and I'm supposed to know how this all works. Well, I'm definitely learning. And Preach My Gospel has become my best friend. . . .
That email was kind of long, but I hope you enjoyed the stories. If not, too bad. I need to save them in case I don't get it into my journal. . . Lol.
Que Dios los cuide, yo oro por todos Uds. Andele, pues.
Con carino,
Hna. Crowley
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