1. We almost ran out of gas.
2. We almost got hit by a backing car that didn't see us. (Our brakes work great, by the way!)
3. We went searching for a former investigator and accidentally went to the wrong house but the spirit directed us to talk to a boy across the street who introduced us to his grandma, who was the investigator we were looking for.
4. We had an investigator come to our Book of Mormon class. The class went great and afterwards when we asked if she wanted a tour of the building she asked for a lesson too. It was so spiritual.
5. We followed that investigator because she didn't have gas but made it to Book of Mormon class anyway and she did in fact run out of gas on her way home. Sister Eyre and I got to push her truck to a gas station a block away and helped her get cash from home and fill up a gallon's worth. It was an interesting night.
6. Then on our way home we were stopped at a DUI check point. They saw we were church people asked if we were Catholic. When we said no, we're Christians, we don't drink, they let us go on with no problem.
After Wednesday, everything wasn't too bad. We had a lot of splits with members and Thursday I was able to meet the sister of some members in Sandhill, MS (I covered the Sandhill Branch when I served in Petal) and found out that her brother, Brother Owen, one of Sandhill's most amazing members, had finally passed away a few months before after being terminally ill for several years. Such a strong man, he will forever live in my memory. We had dinner with one sister and when she got in the car she said, "Well, you have me for another hour. Who do you want to go see?" We were taken by surprise and suggested a less active she had been fellow-shipping. Unfortunately the less active was sick so we couldn't visit, but it was neat to see the members enthusiasm.
In other news my companions got the opportunity to encounter a "bad spirit" when tracting while I was out of splits. It forced them to come home early and really scared to be home that evening. They both said prayers, but didn't feel better so we called our Mission President. Because I didn't feel too concerned he wasn't either. So then I said a prayer, as strong as I could, trying to let the Spirit guide me so that I could overflow the bad out with good and to comfort my companions. Afterward we moved on to a new topic of conversation and ended up all sleeping well.
I'm still hanging in there. We have interviews this week in Slidell, LA. President has asked to hear what our visions are as missionaries. I think mine is to be a solider, standing for truth and righteousness against the adversary.
Love you all!
Sister Ray's invention. They don't have a real name but they are delicious! Sugar, butter, cinnamon, and flattened canned biscuits. Topped with more cinnamon sugar.
The other week I bit into my apple all the way to the core and seeds fell out. To my surprise the seeds had germinated inside the apple! Since my grass was dying I decided to replace it with these seeds to see if they would grow and it has! It's strange though, I thought the pods were supposed to stay in the ground, this one grew with the leaves.
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