Friday, August 19, 2016

Tornadoes, Tires, and Teaching, oh my! (11/2/15)

The title of this email is ridiculous. I'm unapologetic though, because this week was ridiculous too.

That's right - you guessed it - we had a Wizard of Oz moment this week when a tornado struck McComb on Halloween! Not really, but the tornado sirens went off all over town and the wind and rain were ridiculous. Alerts coming to our phone like no tomorrow. So we sought shelter at a nearby member's home and there we stayed for a good 4 hours playing board games until the tornado passed. We had to be in early that day because of Halloween anyway, so we only got one lesson in, but dang was it a good one! Through a potential investigator, we had set up an appointment with this 36 year-old lady named N. We sat on her porch with her and her kids while the skies poured all around us. We intended to teach the Restoration as usual, but quickly learned that this woman didn't really understand Jesus Christ. For one of the first times of my mission, I had the privilege of helping someone come to know Christ for the first time. We explained his role of Savior, intermediary, and friend. And that naturally flowed into teaching the Restoration of the gospel. Those two subjects are more closely related and intertwined than sometimes we give them credit for.

We also got a flat tire this week. On the way to an appointment with an investigator (B)... with a member present... which we were already running late for. Needless to say, prayers were said. We made it! We parked, rushed in, and by the end of the lesson, that poor tire had less air in it than a bag of chips. So we rolled up our sleeves and changed that tire in front of B's house! B



had a nice jack, so we let him help us with that part. Call me Handy Lanny.

Also, we met a lady as we were walking into a store who introduced herself as "Prophet Dear." She told us about our spiritual glow and that she knew just from looking at us that we were women of God. We talked with her, and she proceeded to prophesy about our futures. She predicted I'd get married, have only 1 or 2 kids, lots of cars, and never want for nothin. I'd be blessed beyond measure. (Doubting a few of those - stay tuned.) Upon parting, she kissed our cheeks, spoke in tongues, and professed that she would always keep and treasure the pamphlet we gave her. Sweet ole Prophet Dear. :) Things like this happen more often than you'd think!

Regardless of all the craziness this week (I only mentioned, like, half of it) we got a lot of teaching done! It was a really fun week that passed in the blink of an eye.

In keeping with the Wizard of Oz thing, I'd like to reminisce about a Girls Camp theme from a few years back: "Follow HIS yellow brick road - find your way home." Y'all, Christ has laid that path. He is the way, the light, and the life. Follow him.

There's no place like home!



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