So, apparently, we've been tracting in a neighborhood that's straight HOOD. That we just now became aware of it being an area we're not supposed to go to... so... yeah. Here's how we found that out: One of our investigators invited her friend to take the lessons with her. We were teaching them in his SUV (not as sketchy as it sounds, promise) and suddenly she looks out the window and gasps. His first response is to duck and yell, "WHO'S SHOOTIN?" It turned out to be a spider on the window. Kay, so maybe that's a bad neighborhood. We know that now. No fear, we're safe. And also on the prowl for some pepper spray.
We're really trying to get McComb excited about sharing the gospel. We're getting members to come to lessons with us and share the gospel with friends and family. But sometimes, that can lead to interesting experiences. Sometimes members will say the CRAZIEST THINGS! I don't have the time to go into detail, but don't say I didn't warn ya.
In other news, I met someone who doesn't believe in Jesus Christ. His name is Jay, and yes, he's the first non-Christian I've met in Mississippi.
Miracles galore here in McComb. One of our less actives, Sister H is coming to church and has committed to quit smoking! Only the spirit can make someone desire to change like that. Two 19 year old girls definitely didn't do that.
We've been teaching B and her 4 yr old daughter. First of all, the daughter fell asleep on my legs while we were teaching a discussion. It was adorable. B's mom had met the missionaries before and they had invited her to read the Book of Mormon. She came and listened as we taught B, and we asked her if she had been reading the Book of Mormon. She has been reading it day and night and carrying it in her purse every day to read when she needs peace. She has prayed about it, is sharing the gospel, knows the Book of Mormon is true, and knows Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. We set a baptismal date for her and B right then and there. She has a baptismal date after her FIRST lesson. Uh, if that's not a miracle I don't know what is. God and the spirit truly do this work. It's not us - we just happen to be the mouthpiece. He really is preparing those with open hearts to receive the restored gospel. God loves his children so much y'all! I love being a missionary. It's the hardest thing I've ever learned to love. It hurts so good.
Peace and blessings, y'all. I'm prayin' for ya.
It's really cold in our apartment in the mornings for study because Sister Kerr cranks up the ac at night.