Miracle #1: When I woke up on Wednesday, I was NOT expecting to meet one of the Twelve. Get ready as normal, travel to Palmyra, and all of a sudden all the missionaries are speculating as to whether Elder Oaks will come..what? Usually when important people come they alert us, but we’d heard nothing. Then they tell us he was at the Grandin Building the day before and at the Hill in the morning. Just here on vacation with his wife. Well sure enough, they pull up and come in! We all got to shake his hand and snap a picture. Our conversation..”Hi, I’m Sister Smith, you knew my grandpa, Robert J Smith.” “Yes I did, he was a great man, he died recently” “yep.” Anyway, then the senior couple took him on a tour because they’re second cousins or something. So yeah, I’d say that was a miracle of the week!Miracle #2: Thursday was an area day. We had lots of finding time scheduled. Well, we got a text from Sister Evans in the morning saying that she had a free day and she wanted to come out working with us!! Her kids were at High Adventure and Girls’ Camp and so we told her we were going tracting after lunch and she met us at our apartment and came with us for an hour. It was the best! It was her first time tracting and she was amazing. We had so many good contacts, handed out pamphlets and copies of the Book of Mormon. Sister Evans is the greatest, I want to be just like her. On Sunday, an hour before church, we get a call from a member asking if we could teach her CTR 6 class. With little to no planning we somehow were able to entertain them for the full 50 minutes. Sister Oliva and I were sitting on each end of the row during singing time and the girl I was sitting next to was crazy. At one point the chorister announced, “Alright, we’re going to sing Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes.” The little girl turns to me and rolls her eyes, “Ugh, this song is a JOKE. Sometimes they just go TOO FAST and I LOSE CONTROL!” Yep, primary is always an adventure.
At the Smith Farm last week I was able to give tours to a couple of different groups of people not of our faith. I can’t think of anything better than teaching the Restoration at the Smith Farm. To open the back door of the log home and say, “out there, in the Sacred Grove, Joseph Smith saw Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.” And “upstairs the Angel Moroni appeared to Joseph Smith.” It doesn’t get any better than this. And then to teach about the Book of Mormon at the Grandin Building and about blessings from the organization of the Church at the Whitmer Farm. I still have to pinch myself when I wake up in the morning and realize I’ve been called to this mission. The other day we walked through the Sacred Grove and we went back farther than I’d ever gone before (I haven’t explored it as much as I’d like to yet). I got lost for a second on the way out, but is there anywhere better to be lost?! No, no there is not.