Hey!
This week could adequately be described as riding 8 different
rollercoasters at once, each traveling at a different velocity and
altitude.
Brother Elliott had a little slip up and wasn't able to get baptized
this weekend. It was very disappointing all around, but he's still
hanging in there. We reset his date to May 27th. Because we no longer
where engaged Saturday night, we decided to go to Thunder Over
Louisville, which is a pre-derby air and firework show. We got Brother
Aubrey and his niece and daughter, Stephani and Jordan. They all went
on rides and saw the sights as Sister Jarman and I talked to as many
human beings as possible. The fireworks were amazing!
On our way to Louisville, Brother Elliott called. He was having a
family crisis of sorts and his foster mom (who is a chaplain living
near Shepherdsville) needed immediate help and he requested a
priesthood blessing for her. We gave him some member's numbers and
waited to hear back.
Sunday was hard because so many investigators and recent converts were
struggling. Brother Bell has felt with major family issues since
being baptized. Brother Aubrey didn't come to church and expressed
cold feet for his baptism this Friday. I was hurting for Brother
Elliott and his family struggles as well. Missionary work sometimes
feels like a battle, where our numbers and dwindling and so is the
faith to conquer. We've done everything humanly possible to help. It's
moments like that where you "stand still and see the salvation of the
Lord." So I waited for the miracle.
It came. Brother Elliott's foster mom's heart was softened from the
trauma, subsequent blessing, and the ardent testimony of her son.
She's requested missionary discussions from us, and wants her daughter
and son to be involved as well. God is truly amazing!
And now, a random insert. We pulled up to the park to do some
contacting and saw a group of old men playing some improve bluegrass.
We approached them and next thing we knew they had given us chairs and
a guitar and were prodding us to "play something". We played and sang
"Come Thou Fount," invited them to learn more about the restored
gospel (a difficult endeavor since all had loud instruments and were
half deaf), and went on our way! Next stop, Nashville!
Love you all,
Sister Johns
This week could adequately be described as riding 8 different
rollercoasters at once, each traveling at a different velocity and
altitude.
Brother Elliott had a little slip up and wasn't able to get baptized
this weekend. It was very disappointing all around, but he's still
hanging in there. We reset his date to May 27th. Because we no longer
where engaged Saturday night, we decided to go to Thunder Over
Louisville, which is a pre-derby air and firework show. We got Brother
Aubrey and his niece and daughter, Stephani and Jordan. They all went
on rides and saw the sights as Sister Jarman and I talked to as many
human beings as possible. The fireworks were amazing!
On our way to Louisville, Brother Elliott called. He was having a
family crisis of sorts and his foster mom (who is a chaplain living
near Shepherdsville) needed immediate help and he requested a
priesthood blessing for her. We gave him some member's numbers and
waited to hear back.
Sunday was hard because so many investigators and recent converts were
struggling. Brother Bell has felt with major family issues since
being baptized. Brother Aubrey didn't come to church and expressed
cold feet for his baptism this Friday. I was hurting for Brother
Elliott and his family struggles as well. Missionary work sometimes
feels like a battle, where our numbers and dwindling and so is the
faith to conquer. We've done everything humanly possible to help. It's
moments like that where you "stand still and see the salvation of the
Lord." So I waited for the miracle.
It came. Brother Elliott's foster mom's heart was softened from the
trauma, subsequent blessing, and the ardent testimony of her son.
She's requested missionary discussions from us, and wants her daughter
and son to be involved as well. God is truly amazing!
And now, a random insert. We pulled up to the park to do some
contacting and saw a group of old men playing some improve bluegrass.
We approached them and next thing we knew they had given us chairs and
a guitar and were prodding us to "play something". We played and sang
"Come Thou Fount," invited them to learn more about the restored
gospel (a difficult endeavor since all had loud instruments and were
half deaf), and went on our way! Next stop, Nashville!
Love you all,
Sister Johns
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