My companion and I were at Home Depot, and there was a man there. He had a teaching record in our area book and previous missionaries had said to not go near him because he was a stalker...something like that. Anyways, at some point the guy was trying to rip my name tag off of my shirt. To which my reply was "I may represent Jesus, but that doesn't mean I wont beat the crud out of you!". The end. (What, Why?? lol)
The beginning of this week was rough, my companion came down with some icky stomach flu.
But she recovered by the end so we were able to go get some work done.
This past Sunday there were two recent converts that were able to bless and pass the sacrament in two different wards. It was great looking at their wives and kids and seeing their beaming faces as they watched their dad/husband administer to the ward.
It was a great opportunity for me to reflect on the progression that I've seen in my own life these past months I have been serving. Probably the best kind of growing pains I've ever experienced lol
“Marvel not that all mankind, yea, men and women, all nations, kindreds, tongues and people, must be born again; yea, born of God, changed from their carnal and fallen state, to a state of righteousness, being redeemed of God, becoming his sons and daughters;