Hey guys! Sorry, we had transfers but me and Chan the Man get to be together another transfer in Dapto!!!!!!! Yehaww!
Anyway, this was a great week. Like really great, haha. I know missionaries are suppose to be all positive and sometimes fake being positive (ahem me lol) but really this was a GREAT week.
We are working with about 4 part member families, and are striving to teach all of them the lessons. Every commitment we extend is church, to activate the less actives, and then teach the non members. One is the Mackies family (one of my FAVORITE FAMILIES). They are very much spiritually active but their problem is the daughter, Julie is very very sick. So they have to take care of her. She has muscle attacks and heart problems. But anyway our first meeting with them the nephew, Liam, the non member (who we are trying to work with) wasn't very receptive and didn't talk to us at all. Mind you he is a 16 year old boy trying to be cool haha .But he's never really responded well to missionaries coming over. But the second time we went over we teased him like a little brother and we laughed the whole night and actually had a lesson with him. THE SPIRIT IS SO POWERFUL. Would not be done with out it. We had a great discussion about baptism and going to church with the help of his very active Grandpa. So we left with high hopes of teaching him. Miracles. The next meeting with them we were having dinner and Julie, the daughter with health problems, had a muscle attack right at the dinner table and everything went crazy. They went to sit her on her chair, they did their regular routine of helping her through the attack (because apparently it happens every week) and I felt like we had to do something, help in some way. So I just held her hand and I felt prompted to ask her what her favorite color was. Ya I didn't even think, it just came out (later on that night when we were home, my companion told me she felt that same prompting to ask that question #TheSpirit). Anyway, she said blue, I asked what kind of blue? She said the sky. Then she started talking about how she would use to go on walks with her nephews to the beach and look at the clouds and the different shapes of them. She said that now she's to weak for that and is confined to her chair most days. I started crying aye. Haha. She did too. Then I asked if she liked nature and she said "very much", I responded , "do you like the hymn 'How Great Thou Art''?" She loves it. I asked her if she wanted me to sing it, yep this was all the Spirit. If anyone knows me I'm not one to volunteer myself to sing. But I did. And this was all during her attack, mind you. And when me and my companion sang, it was the ONLY thing that calmed her body down. Later her sister told us she was amazed how much peace came over Julie. And I said, "it's what the spirit directed". It was really cool to see the Spirit leading us from the question, "what's your favorite color" to that. I can testify to you that the Spirit works. And it literally heals bodies and the soul. And to always act on that first prompting. To not question it, but just do it. It's an experience I'll never forget.
The Lord is in charge of this work, I know that to be true. If it was us missionaries, we would stuff it up haha. I'm grateful to be an instrument in his hands.
Sorry for the LONG as email haha my bad. Don't blame yous if you don't read it all. Far out. Have a great week!
Love,
Sister Beck
-How we felt when we found out we were staying together another transfer....
-Nah jokes, how we actually felt!
-Elder Tuise's last Sunday EVER as a missionary so we wore Puli Tasi's (Samoan traditional dress) and we sang The Spirit of God in Samoan in church with us missionaries as the prelude.
-District Pday at the Blowhole in (google it, it's pretty cool) lighthouse.
