Tuesday, June 3, 2014

(oh the finite knowledge of man...or in this case woman)

June 2, 2014

If you were wondering if miracles still exist, the answer is yes. evidence? you want evidence? ok Sherlock, I'll give you evidence. the story begins now.

So a couple of months ago, one of the members of our ward invited us to go visit her friend. I was on exchanges that day, but sister Stuber and another sister went by with the member (who is a lady) to her friend's house (who is a single man) so apparently the lesson went pretty well (I can't fact check that I was in Palm Springs or somewhere else just as hot) yadda yadda. The sisters set up another appointment with him and wrote our names and phone number on a card, which they put on his refrigerator so he wouldn't forget.

Well, since he was a single man, and we would have to get a woman to go with us literally every time we wanted to see him, we thought it would just be easier to invite the Elders to go teach him. So they kept teaching him etcetera etcetera.

Fast-forward a few weeks.

Two Mondays ago we were in the grocery store buying food when we get this FRANTIC phone call from some woman we don't know who is freaking out. She’s talking in rapid Spanish (okay okay YES, I speak Spanish, but have a little mercy on a gringa girl, would you?) and she's talking about a Jose. (ummm THAT narrows it down. I've met enough Joses to populate Maui) She is talking about how worried she is for him and how we have to help her and how he's drinking again and other millionmilesanhoursentencesinspanish. She says that we left our name and number on his fridge, and that she thought she would call us. Now remember, I was not there for that initial visit, so I was completely lost. I told her that I would have the Elders call her, because they surely would know who she was talking about.

Two hours later the Elders call us back and suggest we go visit this lady because she was a little bit hysterical, but they thought she might be interested in our message. The elders gave us her address, and we visited her later that night. Well. she talked about Jose for about half an hour before we had to leave because we were going to be late for curfew. As we left her house, I looked at sister Stuber and said "I don't know what we can do for her." (oh the finite knowledge of man...or in this case woman)

yadda yadda yadda a few days pass, and I keep getting the feeling to go back and visit with her. I ignore it for a while but then tell sister Stuber  we have to go back and visit “Lucy.”

When we go back, she starts talking about Jose again, but we say "you know, “Lucy”, the thing that will help him the most, and the thing that can help you the most is the Book of Mormon. Have you ever heard of the Book of Mormon?" Well it turns out that her brother is Mormon in Arizona, as well as her dad having been baptized into the church later on in his life. She is very very religious, but even though she considers herself a member of another religion, she doesn't believe it is completely true because there are things in the Bible that aren’t in line with her current religious practices. We shared with her the message of the restoration and she LOVED IT!

The next time we came back she had told her children not to bother her because we were going to come over. When she opened the door to us, on the table we saw two bottles of water where we were going to sit, and where she was going to sit she had her bible, the Book of Mormon, the pamphlet we had left her, and a notebook for taking notes. She told us that she had read the pamphlet many times and that she would keep reading it because of how amazing it was. She also read an entire chapter of the Book of Mormon.

There are miracles in the desert still, and the Lord is putting us in the path of those people that are ready to hear the wonderful news that The Church of Jesus Christ is in it's perfect restored form on the earth again.

I’m so grateful to be able to share such a happy, true message every day.  You’ll love sharing it to!


-Hermana Thomas

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