The lesson with Rosio was so tender, and the spirit was definitely present. It was just a teensy bit difficult seeing as how Rosio only speaks Spanish. Sis King would translate for us, as we tried to convey short basic ideas to her and sis king would explain what Rosio wanted. Dah-I wish I knew more Spanish! Haha, the only thing I could say was “me llama Hermana smith” when we first walked in-and my lovely American accent made it so that she probably couldn’t really understand that. In other words, sis king had to translate my Spanish to espanol. But at least smiles, hugs and the spirit transend all language-tender right. Rosio really wants to learn more, and wants her boyfried to learn more but has to work every Sunday. Gratefully we were able to set up to meet with her every Monday at 6, and there are plenty of people in the ward who know Spanish. She seemed like such a sweet lady, and if she’s saying everything that sis king says she is-she also has oodles of faith!
Bonus I forgot to share, when we were at Craig and Connie’s we were talking about the Book of Mormon and randomly Connie’s like “show them your tattoo!” and he shows us on his arm his large tattoo of angel Michael-but here’s the kicker. They then go on to tell us that he’s planning to put a tattoo of Moroni praying over the Book of Mormon on the other arm (the picture in the front of paperback BOM), we were like, oh neat!...haha, some people.
Today was one of those lessons that I get nervous about, it was with Cindy and the reason for the nervousness being that the past few lessons she’s seemed less and less interested. Not really wanting baptism, not sure if this was right for her, and such. We spent the lesson helping her realize the times when she’s felt the Holy Ghost, and it was awesome! She mentioned how when she first was baptized in a Baptist church she was so happy and felt so good, but that feeling went away when she got into a bad marriage and suffered a lot. We asked her when she felt that same happiness now and she said 3 things: when she meets with us, when she had her priesthood blessing and when she spends time with her niece. We told her that was her answer. Then we walked over to the church filled the font and she was baptized. Rubbish-salvation doesn’t come without a price-she did tell us that she wanted to keep working toward it. But for now, Heavenly Father was giving her the answer to take it at her own pace. Because of her disease (multiple sclerosis) she just can’t do as much. I can be patient, as long as it’s on the Lord’s timetable and not ours or cindy’s; I’m willing to wait.
It’s not gas, it’s not a liquid-it’s a SOLID investigator. Sis Black pointed out a home we hadn't knocked yet, not thinking much we made our way down the long gravel driveway. We met Ellen Wilkes at the door and she let us right in. She told us she’s not really stuck on religion, she goes to a nondenominational Christian church, but her whole motivation is to become more like our savior. We spoke with her about how she just strives and prays to be able to follow the holy ghost. She’s a huge hunter, doesn't work, but pays tithes on the deer she gets. She’s so prepared and readily accepted the Book of Mormon and said she’s read it. Sis Black promised her that she’d get a deer if she read from the Book of Mormon-at first I was like- Whaaat? But I backed her up and promised her the same thing. Afterward Sis Black said she’d just felt the need to and sorta doubted it at first but went with it. I know that those promises we make will come forth as we do our part, and they do theirs, blessings of having that authority of our calling.
hope y'all have a great turkey day and that y'all remember what's of the UTMOST importance to you, theeen, here's the kicker, share it! what use it a great gift if you're not willing to share it with someone else.
ps: fav southern saying of the day "Imma slap the taste outta yo mouth!"