A week of crazy and miracles.
On Monday we made tacos, met a
new less active couple, had a terrible lesson with Jeremy, and almost hit a
deer on the way home. My first encounter ever with a deer on the road. Screamed
like a little girl, but we didn't die, so that's what counts.
I also hit a rabbit a few days
ago...
Sorry, Mother Nature.
Sorry, Mother Nature.
Tuesday and Wednesday were
good. Hot and sticky. We visited lots of people and helped a nonmember family
move into their new house in Toano.
On Thursday we had another
terrible lesson with Jeremy. It came out that he doesn't believe in the
Priesthood. He said, "My son just broke his collar bone two days ago. If
y'all really have the Priesthood, then call one of your men over here to heal
him." Ahhhh. I wanted to whip open the Book of Mormon and read to him about
Korihor and then quote Joseph Smith, who said, "He that seeketh after a
sign is an adulterer."
But I refrained. Instead I just
looked at him and said, "Jeremy, you know as well as we do that you can't
ask God for a sign. It doesn't work that way."
We are going to have to drop
him soon because all he wants to do is Bible bash. So frustrating.
That night we survived a
hurricane! Just kidding. There really was a hurricane, but it didn't come
anywhere near here and all we got was some rain and nice cool temperatures for
the Fourth of July.
We got the day off from
proselyting, so we went to Williamsburg to shop (first time I saw a Target in
over six months), and then went to a member's house for dinner. We tried to go
to Colonial Williamsburg to watch fireworks with them, but parking was a
nightmare, so we ended up just going home. I was fine with it, though, because
after spending the last three months in New Kent--far, far away from
civilization--all of the cars and crowds were way overwhelming to me.
Yesterday we got three new
investigators! Yeehaw.
Anyway, God is good. The
standard of truth has been erected, and no unhallowed hand can stop the work
from progressing.
I LOVE YOU!!!
Hermana Bennett
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