Turns
out that I got transferred to the chosen land. We were off to a rocky start
because our area book was in shambles, the members were only semi-supportive,
and we had so many meetings that we didn't really have the time to organize
things. Well this past week we had training that lite the fire in our zone, and
miracles. I’m serving in two family wards and they only had a couple of
investigators in both wards (the area had some missionaries for a really long
time so things were pretty stagnant). This last weekend was full of miracles; we
got 5 new investigators, and set 3 of them to be baptized in the first lesson.
All three with dates are pretty golden. The one is Sister D, she cried when she
heard the First Vision, and she told us she's never felt this way about any
religion. She kept saying how she knows that this is the truth she's been
looking for. I had never felt such a strong spirit as when we taught her the
Restoration. You know when you bear your testimony, and you get kind light
headed because the Spirit is strong, and you don't really know what you said
but people thanked you afterwards. That is what it was like during this
Restoration lesson. I knew words were coming out of my mouth, but I really
can't remember what I said. I just remember this intense Spirit. Miracles
happen! I'm learning more, and more every day. I'm obsessed with being on a
mission right now (I want to come home one day, and go to Burger Baron), even
though my companion is always on my case because I always have worldly songs
stuck in my head, but besides that things are super great. Mission love.
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