Week 75- The Lord Knows

What a good week! Sister Washburn and I, instead of teaching a lot of lessons this week, were taught many lessons ourselves by our loving Heavenly Father. We're needing to drop a great deal of our investigators. They are not progressing. So it's go time! We know the Lord has plans for this area and we are working more effectively through the lists and members. The Lord sees our efforts and receiving a baptism is a very righteous desire of ours that we know, and so if we keep having the courage to follow the Spirit, then we need to trust that His will will take place in this part of His vineyard.

We had a miracle this week! Bernice Cook is a less active member who has rather slipped through the cracks. She hasn't been visited by the ward in a long time (so many less actives) and she was baptized about 8 years ago. We began teaching her and her non member family and she and her grandsons came to church on Sunday! They came pretty late and apparently sister Cook had a flat tire and so she went to get it changed, having dropped the boys off. We were sitting in gospel principles when bishop opened the door and motioned for us. We come out and there's these two cute 8 and 9 year old boys, staring up at us with their two kid Book of Mormon Stories books we gave them. "Do you know these boys"? Asked Bishop who was very confused. Huzzah! Miracle. There was Adam and John, both named from the bible they said. So cute.

With the area the past two weeks, Sister Call has been feeling pretty down. You look back on the work ethic, effectiveness of it, where you fell short on following the spirit, and (this has been a big lesson learned for me, learning just what my best is) you can say that you worked your hardest and did your best, you begin wondering what the Lord is thinking and doing up there. Aren't these His children that we're dealing with? Is this not God's church on the earth? 

It was Saturday evening and Sister Washburn and I just really needed to teach a lesson that day, if not for others, ourselves. We were trying all these doors, knocking a few, moving onto the next LA/Investigator/member, trying them, not home. Then knocking some more, until it was 8:45 and we were needing to wrap it up, when we knocked on the last one. (I know I know, everyone always says it happens on the last) This little old african american lady opens the door. She has the brightest smile on her face, and without us hardly saying a word, motions us right inside. Her name is Linda and she knows that she needs and wants to get back into church. She knew that we were meant to be at her door then. We went back to the car in tears and said a prayer of heart felt gratitude.

In answer to the questions before, yes. This is God's church. He was and is aware of us all along. I know this gospel is it. We have it in our lives. I love my Savior and I am in awe of how much He loves me. 

I love you all!

Sister Call