We are in the finding stages right now. A lot of people have stopped progressing or dropped of the edge of the planet (and you thought it was round!). We biked around a huge apartment complex community to follow-up with a handful of people who were--you guessed it!--not home. We pulled in and are putting our bikes on the rack when we see a young guy obviously watching us. When all else is awkward, just address it. The car is running, we go over to his porch and ask if we can leave a card with him, then it snowballs into a conversation about where he came from and his religious background. He's Micronesian and he's attended the Mormon Church back home in Micronesia. He speaks good English--only been speaking two years--but it simply helps us to really teach simply and according to his needs. After a full lesson on his indoor porch we set up a time to come back and he is possibly one of the nicest people I've met on my mission. There are lot's of nice people out here, don't mistake that. But it's nice when you can tell it's not forced or for the sake of being courteous, but rather they're nice because they're a nice person. It's part of who they are.
We knocked a random street before our next appointment. Time ran up with no success and we go to head back but I feel and say, "Let's knock one more door." A teenage girl, Kaylee, opens the door and comes out. We sit and have a full lesson at the table on her porch. Testifying of how much this will bless her and give her direction. And then she invites herself to church. Okay. Yeah! You can come! (She ended up being out of town with family, but promised to come next week and she read and loved the pamphlet we left with her).
Oh, I met Michael's H.T.'s daughter, from Nephi, Katie Davis. I told her about Brandee being sealed and about Reesa. She's going to write home today about it. She serves in the same stake, in Florence, and is my Sister Training Leader. I also gave her the other "Live, Love, Laught" bracelet I had.
Oh, I got all y'alls letters. Thank you sooooo much. They mean a lot.
We did service for a couple who are coming back to church. We helped them plant and transplant plants, and weed. It felt like I was right back home with grandma gardening. One of those tender mercies that Heavenly Father throws in throughout the week.
Next day, we go to find a less-active member on the ward list but kept turning into the wrong streets, and so we knocked. We knocked two apartment buildings and I wanted to move on with plans but said in my head, I'd stick it out for another building. When we walk up to the next building we meet Tanner. He isn't religious. He is tired of everyone claiming truth and wants to know how can all of these churches be right? What if...what if...what if... we didn't go to the next building? The importance of enduring to the end. Or as Sis. Belyea says, Enjoy To The End!
Saturday, Sister Belyea and one of the other sisters we live with got sick. So I and the other odd companion went on a temporary exchange and had some amazing lessons....ahhh out of time. Write more later.
Love y'all ! You're in my prayers :)
Hermana McNeece
We knocked a random street before our next appointment. Time ran up with no success and we go to head back but I feel and say, "Let's knock one more door." A teenage girl, Kaylee, opens the door and comes out. We sit and have a full lesson at the table on her porch. Testifying of how much this will bless her and give her direction. And then she invites herself to church. Okay. Yeah! You can come! (She ended up being out of town with family, but promised to come next week and she read and loved the pamphlet we left with her).
Oh, I met Michael's H.T.'s daughter, from Nephi, Katie Davis. I told her about Brandee being sealed and about Reesa. She's going to write home today about it. She serves in the same stake, in Florence, and is my Sister Training Leader. I also gave her the other "Live, Love, Laught" bracelet I had.
Oh, I got all y'alls letters. Thank you sooooo much. They mean a lot.
We did service for a couple who are coming back to church. We helped them plant and transplant plants, and weed. It felt like I was right back home with grandma gardening. One of those tender mercies that Heavenly Father throws in throughout the week.
Next day, we go to find a less-active member on the ward list but kept turning into the wrong streets, and so we knocked. We knocked two apartment buildings and I wanted to move on with plans but said in my head, I'd stick it out for another building. When we walk up to the next building we meet Tanner. He isn't religious. He is tired of everyone claiming truth and wants to know how can all of these churches be right? What if...what if...what if... we didn't go to the next building? The importance of enduring to the end. Or as Sis. Belyea says, Enjoy To The End!
Saturday, Sister Belyea and one of the other sisters we live with got sick. So I and the other odd companion went on a temporary exchange and had some amazing lessons....ahhh out of time. Write more later.
Love y'all ! You're in my prayers :)
Hermana McNeece