I have a little story that I wanted to share with you today. Yesterday was Sunday, and every Sunday
morning we have ward council at 8. We left a little bit later than we
should have yesterday, and we were walking towards the pension talking
about if we should eat breakfast in their house or take it with us to
ward council. We were really focused in our conversation, talking about
the pros and cons of each choice, a little bit zombie-ish and walking
really fast, not noticing the world as it passed by us. We stopped at
the sister´s house, still debating what we should do, and in that exact
moment a car comes speeding up right beside us, the guy slams on his
brakes and jumps out of the car and says "WAIT!!!!! Where are you
going?? I just wanted to ask you guys a question. Are you Mormon
missionaries?" My companion and I looked at each other, a little
confused, as if we had forgotten whether we were Mormon missionaries or
not. We said yes, and he kept talking - "I see you walk by almost
everyday, and I always want to stop and talk with you, but I never know
what to say. But I saw you again today and thought that TODAY was the
day. I just want to know if you can share your message with me." Our
mouths were just hanging open, and again it looked like we didn´t know
how to speak or something. It was so random, in a moment so unexpected
for us, but we started talking to him about what we do as missionaries,
and a little bit about the message we share. He said that he wanted to
go to church and that he wanted to know God and the truth. I couldn´t
help but think to myself, "Well, you´re talking to the right people." He
ended up going to church later in the afternoon, and loved it.
Can
you see how God is? He sends a whole bunch of weird, dorky kids out
into the world to preach His gospel, and trusts us to do His work. The
interesting thing, something that I say all the time, is that HE is the
one who really does the work. We were just strolling along, worrying
about our own little breakfast problem, and this man comes up to US,
asking to know more about God. I am so thankful that God takes care of
His children, and that He puts us as missionaries in the right place at
the right time.
That´s just one of the many
examples, one of the many experiences that we have daily that help us to
remember that we´re here so that He can do His work. I love what I do.
Lots
of really cool things are happening here! We are meeting a lot of
people, and we have so much faith in all of them. We´ll be seeing some
great things here soon.
I love you all so much! I hope you have a great week! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
All my love,
Hermana Scott
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