Happy Easter,
In Nova Scotia, Easter weekend is four days
long. It begins on Good Friday and ends with Easter Monday. We had some
wonderful opportunities to share the spirit of Easter with others this
week. A couple weeks ago we gave an elderly gentleman a copy of the Book
of Mormon, Each time we call him to see if we can come by to talk to
him about it, he says, "I haven't read enough of it yet. Call me in a
couple days." Last Friday, we called him and asked if we could come by
to watch Finding Faith in Christ with him. He agreed, and when we got
there, his Book of Mormon was lying on the couch, opening to where he
had been reading. He's read at least 100 pages if not more. He says he
is really enjoying it, but it takes him some time to really digest what
he is reading. We watched Finding Faith in Christ with him and set up
another appointment to come back and teach more about the Restoration.
He lives alone after his wife past away. As we left, he showed us a
picture of her when she was younger. It is evident he still loves her
dearly. We are looking forward to teaching him more about the Plan of
Salvation.
We spent some time this week working in some of the
neighboring towns in our areas. The students are slowly leaving as their
finals finish and Wolfville is becoming quieter and quieter each day.
Sister Lee and I are figuring out how to be effective missionaries on
bikes. We rode through the countryside in Port Williams last week and
both of us felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. The adventures of
sister missionaries in rural Nova Scotia. :)
On Saturday, we had a powerful experience in the Lord guiding
us to where we needed to be. We were trying so hard to set up an
appointment with a family that we are teaching, but that morning, it
fell through. Our back-up plans were to go to the BYU-I Sinfonietta
concert in Halifax that night, but we needed to find a ride with a
member from our ward. Out of the blue, one of the members called us and
offered us a ride. We felt like it was an answer to our prayer. We
arranged for her to pick us up in the area we were working in. We
arrived at the designated spot (Tim Horton's, a coffee shop like
Starbucks) and waited for an hour for her, but she never arrived. She
doesn't have a cell phone, so we had no way to contact her. We were
worried about her and frustrated that our plans weren't working out. We
decided we would contact a less active family that we met a month or so
ago. (Finding them last month was a miracle as well because the address
on the ward list was wrong. We knocked into them randomly!) Sister
Spencer invited us in and told us about how she had been at the hospital
all week with her sick husband. She told us her conversion story and
about how much she feels the rising generation needs something to
believe in, including her boys. In addition, she told us how when we
knocked on her door a month ago, she had been thinking a few days
earlier that she hadn't seen missionaries in a long time. Then boom! We
showed up. After we left, Sister Lee and I both knew why everything we
were trying to do that night fell through. We needed to be there. The
Lord amazes me. I don't understand His plan and it's an incredible
feeling to see Him work through us as we humble ourselves and seek for
His direction.
For Easter, the BYU-I Sinfonietta (which has been touring the
mission the past week and this week) and a 70 person choir made up of
missionaries and members did a fireside at the stake center. Sister Lee
and I participated in the choir. It was AMAZING! Wow. Words can't even
express the Spirit that was in that fireside.Sister Lee sang a solo, "O
Divine Redeemer." I am so blessed to be serving as a missionary. I can't
even comprehend all that the Lord has given me over the last six
months. Jesus is the Christ. This is His Church. He lives!
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