This week, we had a complete miracle. It’s something I’ve never has anything like, and is really precious to me. Last week (so eight days ago) Jennifer came to church a little bit late. She sat there with her head down, and I thought that she wasn’t really enjoying church. After Sacrament meeting, I got up and went and sat by her. She was crying.
I wanted to ask if she was okay, but for some reason instead I said “Is there something you need to ask me?”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and said “Can I be baptised this Saturday ?”
I was absolutely gobsmacked. I just kinda stared at her, and said “Do you mean in Cardiff?”
(Again. I win the intelligent question award.)
She told me all about the experience (it was the one I mentioned last week), and then said: “God told me this is right. It’s the whole truth, and I need to live it if I want to become what He needs me to be.”
I wish I could explain the Spirit I felt this week. I can't adequately describe it.
Honestly, it seemed impossible to get it organized. There were extenuating circumstances with her, her family, the ward, and everything that made it seem like it wasn’t even possible. I wish I could give you a play by play of the 5000 miracles we saw.
But I guess I have to shorten it by saying the stereotypical, which expresses nowhere near what I felt and experienced:
Jennifer was baptised.
She made her first covenant with God. And nothing will ever be the same for her. She is a kingdom-builder.
I have felt like I've been floating all week.
Nothing else I can share can measure up to that, but I'd best tell you a bit more about my week.
Remember how I said we gave Keith loads of pass along cards? He is officially finding people for us to teach. We called him on Friday, and he goes “Sisters, I have been waiting to hear from you. I have a comrade here that I have told all about the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith. He is ready now for you to teach him your message. Shall we meet in the park later today?”
Uh, okay Keith.
So we meet in the park. Keith is normally the chatterbox of all chatterboxes. So I was worried about who would actually be teaching his friend—him or us.
We sit down on a bench—Keith was on one side of me, and Sister Eldredge and Gary were on the other side. We were doing some how to begin teaching, and Keith was being pretty quiet. As we started to teach the Restoration, Keith leans forward And whispers “Sister Miller, Give him the Book of Mormon now.”
A few minutes later: “Sister Miller, I suggest you give him Alma 5—a highly enlightening chapter.”
And he did that the whole lesson. It was SO funny—a Catholic priest was cueing me on how to teach the Restoration.
And Rebekah (our psychic) is doing well. I cannot even tell you how much I love her. I just have so much charity for her. One of my favourite things about my mission is being able to see people with Heavenly Father's eyes. Every lesson we have with her, I learn again on a deeper level the worth of a soul to God. She came to church, and it was hard. The Gospel Principles lesson was on the hardest thing it could have been for her. We ended up not going to Relief Society, but instead we resolved some major concerns that she had.
I've never prayed so hard or studied so diligently for my investigators as I am right now. We are teaching people with concerns that I didn't even know could exist, let alone be overcome. It's a very real way that Heavenly Father is showing me that the Atonement of Christ can conquer all things. It's so real. Through Christ we can be cleansed from our sins. I say that in my mind and ponder it so many times each day. What a precious statement that is.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
|This is Maqsood. When he found out we could be moving (this week is transfers), he insisted on getting photos with us. I just love this man.|
|Jennifer's baptism!! we didn't teach Cassie (the one cwtched in to me), but she is a sweetheart. Jennifer was just glowing the whole time.|