Happy May Day!
We did have some stressful but good accomplishments for the week. We gained, then lost, then regained an investigator. Rachel's (our recent convert) son, Jason, felt the Spirit at Rachel's baptism and wanted to take the lessons. Then he dropped us before our lesson on Thursday, because he doesn't want to live the law of chastity. We visited the family anyway-- Jason lives with his member sister, Dawn's, family-- and had quite the experience.
I'll precede the story by telling you that I prayed that morning to be able to teach by the Spirit, and to recognize when I was. God answered that prayer in a big way.
He and Dawn's husband, Joel, were both pretty argumentative and packed with anti material. But by the end, Jason went from defending beer and an immoral lifestyle to defending his sister and her faith. He has again agreed to take the lessons. Joel went from attacking our faith to realizing where his own faith is. While he was accusing us, I felt the Spirit guide me to know what questions to ask him. When it came down to it, he realized he wasn't sure that he had a belief in God. Joel isn't ready right now, but he committed to pray every day this week to know if there is a God. We left shaking hands and he asked us to pray for him. For as chaotic as the situation was at times, it ended in the best possible way.
Yesterday we visited Miss Peggy-- Rachel's rehab roommate-- and two ladies from her Baptist church were there visiting! We had a lovely visit, and sang I Need Thee Every Hour for them. They knew it too and sang along at some parts. The two ladies said we should come sing for their church at a Wednesday service--- I sure hope that works out! What an opportunity. Peggy said she could see the love and the light in our eyes. It's a testimony builder to hear others say things like that. We really are about God's work.
The last few days we had several inconveniences and stressful experiences, so we were pretty wary by the end. The little things added up to big things. The last little thing was yesterday, on our way to go tract. Sister Alvey was drinking water and accidentally spilled it all over herself. I laughed and recorded it on my camera. For Sister Alvey, it was the last straw. We put the car in park, got out, and, yelling like maniacs, ran at the nearby woods. I'm sure the scene was comical from a distance. We returned home, she changed, and we waited faithfully for Monday to arrive. It did. Endure to the end is true doctrine, folks. Sometimes, you just keep going and you know eventually, things will get better. They did for us. :)
We felt the Spirit guide us and protect us this week. I'm grateful I have six more weeks to learn from Sister Alvey. She's a wonderful example of focus and diligence and I'm becoming better every day!
Have a great week!
Sister Taylor
P.S. I made a snowflake out of my tortilla.
I also enjoyed the outdoors while tracting.
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