Meet my Rollercoaster Week.
We lost a lot of
investigators this week. They just weren't ready. Normally I'd stress
over it, but I've decided, "Hey, I've done all I've could, they're just
not ready." And I didn't stress. What did we do? We got to work, and
holy cow we've seen miracles.
**INSERT PICTURE HERE; yep I did it again, I forgot to
lower the setting on the camera... but the shells look really cool. Take
my word for it.**
It's been the Torka (we're
guessing on the spelling here people) harvest. They're giant snails in
pink and white sea shells. They taste gross. But it's been pretty cool
to see the shells. They harvest them because that's how buttons are
made! The pretty shiny silvery kind of sea shell buttons? Yep, they're
actually giant snail shells. :)
CHRISTMAS IS COMING SOON! I'm so excited. Anywho, for
those who were wondering what I want/need: LETTERS! I HEART MAIL! And
also .5 G2 pens. I'm down to my last one. I can't write in my journal
with an unworthy pen. Also, Polaroid film! The Fujifilm Instax mini. :)
But mostly all I want are letters. :) Thanks.You're the best.
This
is Mamie Wong. I love her to death. She's 80 years old and tells us
every lesson she wished she would have had the gospel sooner. Her
husband died in February, he was the one that started taking the
lessons, and now all she wants to do is get sealed to him in the temple.
I'm going to miss her so much when I get transferred.
Hello
to miracle number one. We've been praying to find a new family to
teach. It's easier for the families to progress and learn,
because you're doing everything together. And we found them. We
asked everyone one of them if they wanted to be baptised the second
lesson, and every single person said yes. We're going to fix a date this
week. Holy cow, they are a miracle.
Tuterai.
He's a mess. I've never laughed more in lessons in my life than I have
with him. Every time. Last week, we tried really hard to explain the
Resurrection to him. So, I used the kitten as an example. I told him
when the kitten died his body was going to stay here and his spirit was
going to go to the Spirit world, then after the spirit and body will go
back together and it can live again. I probably shouldn't have used the
kitten as an example... When we asked him what The Resurrection was,
what did he say? "Ummmm... Un Chatton?" Nope... It's not a kitten. Soeur
Moli and I just burst out laughing with him. I love him. He wants to
get baptised in December, we're just waiting for his parents to sign the
authorization....
We
have 26 investigators come to our Open House this week! Woo! We taught
about the Plan of Salvation, The Family: A Proclamation to the World,
and the Temples. It was so good. And our Plan of Salvation was too
pretty to erase.... :)
My little, huge miracle.
3 weeks ago I
realized I lost one of my memory cards. It didn't have very many
pictures on it, but the pictures that were on it were super important.
It had all my last days in the MTC and the first day in Tahiti. (Kind of
a big deal) I tore my suitcases apart, I tore the bedroom apart, and
then I put it all back together. Nothing. Then I prayed. Nothing again.
I've been just sick for the last 2 weeks thinking about where in the
world my card could be. And of course, I said a little prayer everyday,
hoping I could find it. Last night I was thinking a lot about miracles
and prayer, and I showed Soeur Moli a story in the Ensign from June
about prayer. Fast forward to this morning. I was sweeping one of the
bedrooms when I looked down and right in the middle of the floor was a
memory card. It was not there last night. My first thought is it was
Soeur Moli's. Then I realized it was my missing memory card. I have no
idea how it got there. There's no way to explain that, at all. But I am
so thankful I had that tender mercy today. God really does answer our
prayers, even for the little things.
We
have a new investigator this week. I think he's one of my favorites
(nope, I don't have favorites.) Why? Because I have no idea how to teach
him. His name is Yorik. And He knows everything in the bible. And
believes none of it. He refuses to believe in God. How in the world are
we teaching him you may wonder. Well, let me tell you. Yorik is
homeless. Our DMP met him one day on the beach. He hadn't eaten for a
few days and was trying to find a job. What did DMP do? He called us.
And we taught him a lesson. (Come on, we'll feed him spiritually.) Then
DMP told him if he ever needed anything he should go to DMP's house. The
next week we saw Yorik outside the grocery store asking people for
money. I walked up and started talking to him, and then asked him if
he'd talked to DMP. He said no. So we gave him some food, and then said
if he needed anything again he needed to go find DMP. Flash forward to
this week. Yorik is living with DMP's family. DMP told us he and his
wife have been praying for a new person to teach to show up on their
doorstep. Well, be careful what you pray for, don't be too literal. :)
It's awesome. Yorik is so grateful and extremely humble. He's come to
our open house, church, the missionary training institute class, and a
fireside (all in 2 days). And last night he told me he's starting to
believe.
DMP's family is incredible. I can't believe how kind
they are. And man, are they changing this young man's life. I love the
article in the Liahona from October. The best way to do missionary work
is to be a true disciple of Jesus Christ. And you do that by how you
act. They are really disciples of Christ. I'm thankful I'm able to serve
with them. I'm thankful I'm able to be here, serving.
Have a lovely week! Think of me! Let's candy until we puke this Thursday! Count our blessings! And Starting November 1st BLAST THAT CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!
Love, Love, Love,
Soeur Taylor
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