(as Elder Munns would say...) Wellll HelllOOOWWW.
Sorry I have no pictures to send this week. I didn't take a single one. Our week wasn't that exciting. We have been teaching some young boys and it has been really hard to keep their attention. Sis. Tsosie and I have been pulling out our hair trying to creatively keep them involved. We look for a mini miracle at the end of each day, but this week it was hard to find them.
We keep meeting with Leonard, our continual investigator. He has done time for drug and alcohol use and is on probation right now. He is the sweetest guy. Funny I put those sentences right next to one another. He got in a fight years ago, was stabbed, bled out, brought back, but his memory doesn't work so well. Our miracle is that he always remembers us and the things we teach him. Once his probation is up and he can be baptized, he's going to be a real help with the ward.
Speaking of the ward, we as missionaries are struggling. They are set in their ways, and don't want to come out of their bubble. We bring in people, but they struggle to fellowship and bring them in. We need members' help, but there aren't enough attending to even furnish the ward. We are going to make a big push and revamp of ward attendance. We are going to try to double attendance. Yikes. We're praying for an experience like when President Monson became bishop and quadrupled his ward attendance.
As for the subject line, we have lost power at our trailer a couple times. Half of Shiprock loses power, and we are always on the dark side. Last night we had such a tremendous storm. Thunder. Lightening. Pounding rain. It was glorius. Our power went out right before bed and we just watched it from the window.
The subject line also relates to the fact that Sis. Tsosie and I have been in awe of Priesthood power and slightly jealous that we don't hold it. We had a week of blessings. Thank heavens for Elder Cheney and Munns being close, willing, and able. We had a sick mother and daughter investigator. The blessing for the mother (Amber) brought the spirit so strong that it inspired and convinced her to marry her boyfriend and be married. Later in the week her sister (Rochelle) got a blessing too. She didn't know what her sister had meant when she described the spirit. Now she understands. She was in tears and it really softened her heart. The most amazing moment was an hour ago. Sis. Ts wanted a blessing and asked the Elders to do it. The came over and it started like every other blessing, but then the Word of God began to pour from the mouth of Elder Cheney. That was probably the most powerful blessing I have ever heard uttered. I could tell he was choking up, but it wasn't until after the prayer that I realized how big a deal it was. E. Munns immediately walked off to cry. E. Cheney had to turn around to wipe his tears, and Sis. Ts sat there in awe. I watched with hands trembling as they all sobbed. Those men of God were so overcome by the Spirit they could not stand. They cried and cried and we all struggled with the missionary rule that you aren't allowed to hug. It was amazing.
So how was that for a mini miracle. Here's my missionary commitment for you: I want you to look for the mini miracles in your life. Find one for every day. EVERY DAY. Write them down. look over them often. you will be amazed at what the lord has blessed you with. I know there are miracles in our life. I have seen them.
I hope my family can see the blessings in their life. People say your family will be blessed for missionary service. So far I have had reports from friends and how their life has changed in the last 2 months: healed bodies, healed hearts, new relationships and love, new jobs. Its amazing to see what the Lord does for his children.
I love you all. You are in my prayers.
Love, Sis. Wilkins
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