My Dearest Family,
It seems like it was just yesterday that I was writing you about my week. Last week we had a member of the quorum of the 70 come to visit us for Half-Mission conference. His name is Elder Kieran. He is from the UK and has the raddest accent of all time. He brought his wife with him and when he walked into the room we all stood up. He came to the pulpit and asked, before starting the meeting, if he could meet all of us individually. We all lined up in a line. (A verrrrrrrrrrry loooooooooong line) And went up, one-by-one, to shake his hand. Most people only have life-changing experiences once in their life. But man! I promise I am not making it up but it seems EVERY DAY there is something that just hits me. Something that I look back and just think, "Man! I will NEVER forget that!" This past week... that thing was what Elder Kieran said to me when he shook my hand. He said, "We appreciate the work you do." I nodded and smiled and was about to go on my way...but he didn't let go of my hand and he said. "No really. We do." It doesn't really have the power that it had when he said it to me in the way he did. But I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace.
We came to find out later that Elder Kieran is a convert to the church. He investigated for two and a half years before he really felt he gained a testimony. Anyways, there were some amazing talks and I really learned a lot. Sister Kieran said something at the very beginning that has been on my mind a lot. She said to picture your last 24 hours. Picture everything you did, eating, sleeping, teaching, study, service, EVERYTHING. Now imagine having a camera with you every step of the way. And picture that 24 hours being sent home to your family. Would you be satisfied? Would they be proud? That really put a fire under me. I have been doing all that I am supposed to. But I need to be doing MORE!
We make regular visits to this man. He has these sweet-awesome turquoise rings and bracelets and two different colored eyes. His nephew lives on his property and he is this biker-dude with leather pants, bald head, and a long goatee. He is one cool dude. Whenever we come over to see this brother, his nephew always picks us bags and bags of vegetables (and peppers!) from his garden. We never teach him. We just kind of have this understanding. He blasts the Beatles music when I roll up and I won't attack him with gospel discussion. But we love each other. We have become good friends. Well, one day this week we had a really busy day planned. But when I woke up I kept thinking about him-- I couldn't stop thinking about him; he just wouldn't leave my mind. So I tell Sister Adamson... We gotta go see him. So we do. And to be honest, at first, I felt foolish. He seemed just fine! But as we talked with him, this big tough biker dude started to cry. He told us that his ex-wife, (whom he still loves very much), just had a heart attack and will be dying soon. We had a talk about the plan of salvation and how he will be able to see her again. We prayed with him. Hugged him. And we left.
I had never experienced anything like that. I had never felt those kinds of promptings before. But the Lord places us where we need to be. We need only listen. I love this! I love Loomis! I love Sister Adamson! And I love these people! I gotta roll out but I love you guys and can't wait to hear from you! Have a great week!
Love,
Sista Mitchell
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