Monday, November 11, 2013

Happy veterans day y'all

happy veterans day y'all-and seeing as how we're all veterans from the great war in Heaven, I thought I'd throw out heaps of love and respect; and a big old thank you for making the right decision to come to earth annnnnd to choose to continue to fight for the winning team!
So...hurrah for israel and I wish y'all the best in slaying the natural man!:D

more from the miracle filled life of sister smith....

We were finally able to see Tammy today after about 1 week and a half due to being out of town and she was sick one day. She hadn’t read the Book of Mormon at all because she’s been so busy and told us how she’s been struggling a little bit, and just hasn’t been as happy as she was before. Voila-perfect example-we were able to teach and explain how it’s doing the little things like church attendance, repentance and reading our scriptures that bring us happiness throughout the days of our lives. We were a little nervous going in because the zone leaders had asked us to ask Tammy if she’d bear her testimony at the fireside coming up. Tammy’s such a shy timid person we weren’t sure what her response would be. When we first broke it to her she looked terrified, through testimony and assurances we were able to get her to agree. She’s even looking forward to it because we told her how much it would strengthen her, and hopefully help Mark receive his answer. 

It was such a great little day today. One of the highlights was when we were out knocking a road called morningside (doesn’t that just sound pleasant), we came across an older woman who answered the door. As soon as she answered I could sense something was wrong. Her voice was so timid and quiet. After we told her about who we were and the joyful message we bring she told us she was Baptist, always had been and wasn’t interested. I knew she didn’t really mean that, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. We kept talking and asking questions-and slowly as we bore testimony and spoke of our Savior the spirit began to work on her. Walls were coming down and started tumbling as we spoke of our families. She told us about how her husband had passed, and the we spoke about her children and grandchildren and THEN as we reached a silence in the conversation. She asked us if we’d like to come in and see her family. It was so precious, she showed us all of the pictures on her wall and then brought out the picture of her and her husband. They had been married for 56yrs. The spirit was so strong, we felt as if he was there in the room with us because you could just feel the love these two people had for one another. We bore testimony of eternal families and by the end we were all tearing up, and multiple hugs and thanks were given. She said we could come back and visit. Walking away sis black said she felt like her husband had sent us there. I totally agree, not only does he want his work done, but I know he wants her to have peace and happiness for the remainder of her life. Either way-I love being a missionary and being the Lord’s hands in His great and marvelous work.

 Exchanges was really neat, most of the lessons we had set up fell through, but we were able to meet some really solid contacts.
One of them was Karen. We had met her husband while he was out doing yardwork and he welcomed us back, when we pulled up she was just sitting on a lawn chair in her garage enjoying the night air I guess. We hadn’t met her before, but as we started talking and sharing she told us how her husband has suffered a major heart attack and how they were always in and out of the hospital. He was inside resting at the moment, and we were able to share scriptures with her and bear testimony. She was just the sweetest strongest woman. We referred her to and she welcomed us back. I just know the gospel could bring her so much peace and comfort during this hard time-but I’m grateful that the South is so religious and Christian despite the fact that they don’t have the FULL truth at least they have the knowledge of our Savior and his love to help them through the storms of life.

and one more!!
Mini miracle…as we were out knocking I realized I’d somehow dropped all of my Jesus and Temple pass-a-long cards. Well on our way back we found them all in the road where I had dropped them, and get this they’d been run over buuuut the Jesus pictures were protected by the temple pictures!

love the word "y'all" and I definitely LOVE Y'ALL!!!
Sister Lindsay Smith:)

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