So, I learned that
Kentucky distills more barrels of bourbon than there are people who live here.
Just to let you know, that's a lot.
Shout-out to my
awesome cousins, aunts, and uncles who sent me all those letters! I love you
guys! Sorry, Kaden, I will not be home next Christmas. ;)
We had to drop Do's
baptismal date. After much prayer and pondering between Sister Ward and I we
decided that she wouldn't be ready by the 17th and that was later proved to be
right when we had a lesson with her late last week. She has been researching anti-Mormon
material and is constantly coming across excuses for not believing that Joseph
Smith was a prophet. Our latest discussion was on polygamy in church history
which went really well. Earlier that week I had felt impressed to study the
subject on lds.org and I learned a lot. Basically, I came to the conclusion that,
as Elder Bednar put it, that studying church history should be faith affirming
and no faith destroying. When you study church history you have to study it a
lot and thoroughly. Also, you need to read the Book of Mormon a the same time.
We're hoping that Do is actually keeping her reading commitments and is
actually praying to know if the church is true...which she hasn't been doing.
She wants to know the church is true, but won't really do the things that would
give her knowledge. Do you see the problem here? We had a lesson during Zone
Meeting about how and when to drop investigators. We would hate to drop Do, but
there is nothing we can do for her unless she prays, reads, and goes to church.
Prim still loves me.
Sister Ward offered Prim a peace offering of a yogurt lid this morning. We'll
see how that turns out.
This week was really,
really, really rough. It was, with wind chill, -15 degrees on Tuesday and only
reached above 20 degrees on Sunday which was splendid. It...is...COLD. Luckily,
my jacket is awesome. We have hardly found any investigators and we prayed
desperately for a miracle. Yesterday, we decided to go to the apartments at
Cross Keys and search for some former investigators and potentials that were in
our Area Book. As we were looking we heard the voices of a mom and her kids
through one of the apartment doors. So, Sister Ward got this excited look in
her eyes and said, "Knock on that door!" I knocked and there was no
answer for a good thirty seconds. So, we knocked again and this little old
grandma opened the door. We introduced ourselves and asked if we could say a
prayer with her and her family. She let us in and introduced us to her
grand-kids who she was babysitting. They were ages 11, 7, and 5 and they were
absolutely adorable. We talked to the grandma, B, for a while and we
learned that their dad was deployed and their mom worked at the Kroger grocery
market. They don't have any religion that they are apart of and are looking for
a good church to join. Aaah! So, we left our card with our number on it and
we're coming back on Tuesday when the mom, Mary, is home from work. God lives,
the church is true, and miracles do happen.
It is absolutely
beautiful here in Kentucky. The sunsets are unbeatable. The trees are so bare
and there are no mountains or hills that you can see everything and the colors
would blow you away. The small country roads are my favorite, because we pass
these beautiful horse farms and tunnels of trees. It's really fun. Sister Ward
and I are planning on tracting through a neighborhood that has giant houses.
Like HUGE houses. We about peed ourselves looking at them.
On an unrelated note,
I got two doors slammed in my face. That was fun.
Hermana Jensen and I
joined the Laurels class yesterday at church. It was Young Women's alright. I
felt so old. It's kind of weird that even though some of them were a year
younger than I am I still felt a lot older. To all the young women in my
family, leave your phone at home and don't let your skirts become higher than
your standards. ;)
Sister Ward told me
that every time I drop my scriptures my husband will gain five pounds. Dear
Future Husband, I am sorry for those ten pounds. Hopefully, my prayers will
make up for it.
I am getting better at
leading out the lessons. I hate role plays, but I am grateful for them.
The Church is true,
the book is blue, and Jesus loves you.
All my love in the
world,
Raye
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