Hey!
About a week ago today I woke up terrified about what was going to happen. I knew I had a day left with my best friend in GA, and a whole new transfer of change ahead of me. Sometimes I think that the mission is crazy, maybe because it's true. We openly accept to live with people we hardly know and then do it all over again in a matter of weeks. Feeling pretty overwhelmed with the upcoming transfer news, I asked for a blessing from my bishop. And now looking back at what happened this week I know I'll never forget the words in his blessing.
We've had a pretty tough time finding people in Magnolia. On Facebook we've advertised for English classes, service, and gospel messages but found little to no success. At times, it has discouraged me as most of my motivation for missionary work comes from who we are teaching. Yet, the lesson that comes from a rather empty teaching pool could potentially fill it up in a matter of hours. We are never in control of God's work. As soon as we are able to accept that, God begins to trust us more. I definitely saw that come into play this past Sunday.
As usual, for the first Sunday in the month we were all invited to share our testimonies. As I was sitting in the congregation, I couldn't help feel a little sad. One of our amigas told us that she could come to church, but then canceled last minute.
After the meeting concluded, I went over to go talk to my mission leaders family. As we were discussing the plans for the upcoming week, we were interrupted by a young woman who I didn't recognize. In a hushed voice, she told me that an investigator was here. I looked over to where she was pointing and couldn't believe it. The woman she was referring to, got up to share her testimony.
Without really thinking, I quickly made my way over to introduce myself. But, before I could even say a word she came up to me and asked me if I was Anna. In COMPLETE shock, I replied yes. At this point I had about a million questions, and well so did the other members behind me. A family that was sitting next to her asked who invited her. She told them that an hour prior to the meeting she had gone to a different church to find the spanish service. Realizing that she had the wrong direction and time, she asked a man for more information. This man ( whoever he was - still don't know his name) gave her the full names of both me and my companion and told her that she would find us there at 2pm. What the heck? Could this get any better?! Well it does.
After visiting with her for a couple minutes, she told us that she had been investigating our church for a while now and felt like it was the right one. Not only that, but also she knew she had a calling for service and it could be fulfilled in this church. I have never met someone so elect. She even set up her own appointment for this Thursday.
I feel so humbled to know that the Lord trusts me enough to help this woman and her family find His gospel. In my blessing, it promised that the Lord would help guide us to those who were ready and I know without a doubt that we saw the promise fulfilled. I love my mission and can't wait to continue the work with my new companion, hna Marks!
Love y'all,
Let me know if there's anything I can do for y'all
Hermana Pulver
