Crazy crazy beans (for some reason I wanted to make a spanish joke here, then I tried to think about how long it's been since I ate beans with a hispanic, then realized that I had no place to do anything of the sort because this area is the weirdest for any spanish speaking missionary and that's that) that another week has flown by! And by flown I don't really mean flown because time rarely flies on the mission, until you look back and realize that you've been here for 3 months. #totescray
With that being said, it's been an interesting week. As far as numbers go, we taught an unusually large amount of lessons and had an even more unusually large amount of new investigators, so that's pretty exciting. We have been setting a consistent goal to get around two new investigators a day, and the Lord always sends us random people to meet that we get to teach and it's really neat. I'm constantly blown away at the sheer vastness of the number of humans I get to meet here that I literally NEVER would have met had I not come out. Serving a mission is SUCH a blessing, and really just so incredibly crazy when you take a step back from the day to day life that sometimes seems like a grind, and realize what you're actually here doing. The highs of the mission roller coaster really can't be beat, and they certainly make up for the lows.
Pues, COOLEST MIRACLE EXPERIENCE TO DATE. Gather round, chillins. It's sure to be a good'n! (Am I southern Virginian yet? #countrygirlatheart #lol) But, for real, we found a living, breathing super prepared human on Monday and it was nuts town. *Back up a few days* Hermana Clark and I really felt like we should go knock on this hispanic looking door that we've never gone to before, so we went and they didn't answer.. okay.. as we're turning to leave, we see this hispanic guy walking down the street. We go over to talk to him, and give Him a card. He tells us that is name is A and that he lives right next to one of our investigators named Jose. We tell him we'll come teach him soon. We part ways, and as we're driving away we see him cross the street and turn back around to walk towards his house, like he wasn't going anywhere. Super weird. We took it as a sign that he was only walking to find us and that he'll probably get baptized, so that's that. *Fast forward to Monday again* So, as sometimes happens, we had spent way to long at an appointment with our favorite less active family and were feeling super terrible for wasting the Lord's time. I was just super down in the dumps because I know so much that our success is based on our obedience and so I just prayed and prayed that we could have the spirit and be able to see miracles cause I didn't want this visit with A to go badly because of our insensitivity. So in this spirit, we go to A's house to contact him. They won't answer the door, so we text his neighbor Jose and ask if he's with him. They come out to the front yard, with a white guy in tow, and we begin to chat. A tells us that he's too tired to talk because he has to wake up really early, so he leaves. We're chatting with Jose and his white friend J, who we find out is a Jehovah's Witness, when this other guy comes to the front. He's like "hey! I know you guys!" and we were like wigging out, trying to figure out how we know him.. but we can't figure it out. He keeps putting his sunglasses on like that's gonna help us to recognize him.. uh, nope. Not ringing a bell. It finally comes out that he hasn't met us, but has met other sister missionaries.. and they gave him un Libro de Mormon. Which also can't be true, because Hermana Clark opened this area for spanish speaking sisters. So it's like this big ordeal, finally we figure out that Hermana Chambers, my mission grandma (Hma Clark's trainer) was the one that gave him a book of mormon when she was randomly down in Burkeville one day on an exchange a million years ago. So there's already like this beautiful family history thing going on, and then we ask him about the book of mormon.. he's read it, and has been studying the bible for six years in a search for the truth. His entire family are Jehovah's Witnesses, but he never felt right about it. He doesn't understand how they can't believe in modern day miracles, and basically the entirety of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ is a miracle, so I know he's going to love it all. He told us that he was gonna stay around back but had a strong feeling that he should come talk to us, and so he did. He told us he wanted to come to church but didn't have a ride.. we just couldn't believe it! Nobody invites themselves to church, haha. My mouth was agape the e
ntire time, I couldn't even handle. Haha. Hermana Clark did a happy dance.. we floated all the way home, said a billion prayers of gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father who cares enough to help us even though we're far from perfect.
I know He cares about us! And He knows we will make mistakes, but He still loves us and wants the best for us. We can't get discouraged for making mistakes. We must feel sorry, yes. But we need to use this 'godly sorrow' to help us aspire to be better. He knows it isn't going to happen in one second, but overtime, if we consistently use His beautiful gift of an atoning sacrifice, we CAN become perfected in Him. The hope that the gospel brings us is second to none and I am SO grateful for it in my life and for the opportunity to share it. I know that prayers are ANSWERED, not in a second, not always in a week, and sometimes not for quite sometime, but these answers come. We went to Stake Conference this weekend and one of my prayers I've had in my heart for nearly my entire mission was answered through the spirit there. His timing is SO entirely different than ours, but we have his word that he will be there.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Ecclesiastes 3:1
Patience is SO hard to have on the mission, and in life, but it really is essential. "Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until Heaven.. but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, THEY COME." (Jeffrey R. Holland kills it always)
Don't forget His love!
Love, Hermana Yost. <3
Odds and ends:
- We got to stay in the mission home Saturday Night because we live millions of miles away and have a hard time finding rides. We got to have late night cookies and milk with President and Sister Wilson and it was so cute and fun, haha.
-Elder Hallstrom of the seventy came to our stake conference, which ruled. At the adult session President and Sister Wilson walked in and we shook their hands, and they were with another guy. He shook our hands and asked us where we were from.. I told him Riverton, Utah which is like 15 minutes south of Salt Lake City.. he was like, oh I know Salt Lake. I grew up in Hawaii, but I live in Salt Lake, and I was like 'Oh, that's awesome!' wondering why he was in Salt Lake.. It was but a few moments later when I found out that it was HIM. The guy was the 70 and later that night at President's house we all laughed at how awkward it was for everyone, YIKES. The awkward moments don't go away on the mission, they are just magnified.
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