Monday, October 28, 2013

Happy Halloween (almost)

Well, we had a great week! I'm going to tell it in pictures.

Halloween is a-coming and everyone in our favorite trailer park has their decorations up. It's also starting to get cold. Everyone that told me that humidity makes hot hotter and cold colder was RIGHT! It's freezing. Luckily we are still having some warm days, but pretty soon we're going to have to bundle up every day.

First of all, these. This is actually from last week, but it's a funny story. Last Sunday we had dinner at a member's house and then went over to see a less active. Well, I failed to remember that they had asked me what my favorite food from Mexico was and offered to make it for us. So we get there, stuffed, they ask us if we want to eat, and I say, "Oh... do you already have food ready?" Hoping the answer is no. They say, "Yes, what you ordered!" Oops. We had no choice. So we each sat down to a plate of SIX of these things. I made it through four and then called it quits. Delicious, though!

We made one of our less actives, Angel, this sweet prayer rock. He loves it and has been praying every night since then!

They subsequently took us out to dinner on Friday night to a super authentic Mexican restaurant. Delicious :)
Angel is the less active, and his wife Judith, is a nonmember. We just met them a little over two weeks ago, but since then we've seen them three or four times a week. They both have so much potential and we're working hard to help them overcome the obstacles that they have. I love them so much I can't stand it. They're the best.

Friday night we carved pumpkins with one of the families in our branch. (sorry I can't figure out how to rotate it)

Do you like my CTR pumpkin? Once a missionary always a missionary.

Finally, the craziest thing happened to us a few days ago. Here it is from my journal:
For the past few days I kept feeling like we needed to go to this apartment complex called Heritage, but I kept brushing it aside because we've already knocked every single door there. Yesterday during our training, though, we were reading in Preach My Gospel about listening to the Spirit and I mentioned to Hermana Johnson that I kept having this feeling that we should go there, but didn't know whether or not it was the Spirit. Typical of Hermana Johnson, she looks over at her books and says, "I have these three books, one of which is Our Heritage. I'll close my eyes, you close yours. I'll mix the books up and you pick one. If it's Our Heritage, we go." (All of the books are the same size and material, so we couldn't tell). Just for fun I agreed, but silently said a prayer that if we were supposed to go there, Heavenly Father would help me to pick the right book. 
So we both close our eyes, she mixes the books for a bit, and then says go. I choose, we open our eyes, and it was Our Heritage! We both screamed.
Our appointment canceled on us for right after that, so we went straight to Heritage, praying to know what we were doing there.
Right when we got out of the car, a guy started to talk to us and I thought, "No way!" But then he got in his car and drove away before we could start a conversation. I thought we missed our chance. So then we knocked some doors that we knew were Hispanic, and even found two guys that were nice and open to listening, but couldn't go in because there was no woman home, so we referred them to the elders. Then we saw Eddy, a guy that we had met when we knocked before, and almost ran down to talk to him, but he also drove away. I started to give up hope.
Finally we decided to just walk to the back of the complex and start knocking from there because we still had another hour before dinner. So we walked all the way to the back, picked a building, walked up and knocked one of the four doors, and heard Spanish on the other side! We explained a little and the guy let us in - luckily his sister was home - and I made Hermana Johnson give the whole overview of who we are and what we do. He listened to the whole thing and then told us that he's already a member of our church! He was baptized five years ago but then drew away because he had to work a lot and felt bad that he couldn't fulfill al lof his responsibilities. He was super hesitant, but we got his name and number and are going to start visiting him regularly. 
The whole experience was just wild.  The words works in mysterious ways and the Spirit directs us even when we don't realize it. We had no reason to go back there, but we did anyway and ended up finding a "lost sheep." He just moved back three weeks ago, so we definitely wouldn't have found him earlier.
Pretty amazing! I feel like it's a perfect cookie cutter missionary story to share with future generations :)
Well, I have to go. Love you lots! Have a great week!
Hermana Bennett

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