A prayer unto me. . . .

June 14, 2010
Haha, the little girls next to me are reading aloud the words to T-Swift's "Love Story." So weird. I haven't thought about that song in so long. I just sing hymns all the time.

I've been lucky enough to have companions who LOVE to sing, and Sister Nef has a beautiful voice, so we just sing all the time-- pretty much at every lesson. When "Loretta's" husband called us on Sunday morning to tell us that "Loretta" wasn't sure she wanted to be confirmed... we knew what to do.

Well, really, what we knew was that none of our words could change her thoughts or her mind, but only the Spirit, so we drove over, as fast as we legally could, and sat on her couch and sang hymns. She wouldn't even come out to see us, she just stayed in her room "getting ready" but her husband sat in the living room with us, and we sang and sang and sang. All our favorites, and a few of his, after a half an hour, we had to go (they asked us that morning to teach Relief Society that day... I LOVE being a missionary!) but as we waiting for our investigators outside of sacrament meeting, we saw Loretta walk up!!

YAY!! I slipped into the seat beside her as the bishop began the meeting. "I guess Satan was really working hard on me this morning" she whispered. "Well you're in the right place" I told her and gave her a hug.

This week I have learned, more than ever before, that missionary work is about realizing you can't do it. Elder Eyring said that, "You can't do it. Not by yourself." But Christ never asked us to do it alone.