So this week I've learned of God's tender mercies a lot.
First, there was that mix-up with transfer calls, I can only
imagine what a nightmare it would have been had they not caught that before
transfers.
Next, after feeling like I wasn't making near the difference
I wanted to, God let me know that I was. A member in our ward here told Sister
Powell and I that they had never felt like any missionaries that they had met
had ever remembered (they didn't even remember the names of the missionaries
that baptized them), but this member told Sister PoweIl and I that they would
remember us. They said that we did missionary work the way that they thought
missionary work was meant to be done (I give credit to Sister Powell’s
unconquerable spirit and work ethic). But, really that meant so much to me.
Those are just two instances from this week. God is so kind.
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