We had dinner at Google. It was really cool. They have good food there. It was a hard week. Sister Smith and I kept getting punched in the face by the sun. She got sun-burned while we were trying to contact. Sister Mella has been helping us with baptism invites for Yuna's baptism. She has been so helpful and we got the chance to help her. We were looking at pictures on Facebook and saving them for her. I noticed my Mama is on there often. Good to know she's part of the San Jose California Mission Moms!
Wednesday night, we went to see Yuna. We taught her about fasting. When we invited her to fast she said no. It was unusual, she didn't seem like herself. She then explained that her parents were upset with her grades. They are also upset that she had been meeting with the missionaries. They told her they didn't want her to get baptized, or go to church, or see the missionaries. We had to cancel the baptism, which was supposed to be this Saturday. So, as much as we understand what Yuna is going through and that her parents want what's best for her, Sister Smith and I were really sad for her. Both of us cried. And then we had to tell Sister Mella to cancel the baptism invitation cards. It was really sad.
We had exchanges the next day. Guess who I was with?!?! Sister Hosea!!! I love her! Their area is crazy busy! I got to visit one of the recent converts I taught named Joe. He seems to be doing good. Still loving the gospel. Sister Hosea and I talked about a lot of things. She often would ask me what I think I learned throughout the day. She is so wise, and gives really good advice.
We went to the Temple on Saturday. We got to go to the Visitors center. We watched "Joseph: The Prophet of the Restoration." I got teary-eyed a few times. As I watched Joseph try to escape out the window of the jail only to be shot for the umpteenth time, I remembered my name tag. Joseph Smith died for all of this work. He is one of the reasons I wear the name tag and teach about the beautiful Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And I remember that I represent Jesus Christ. And it's because of Joseph Smith that I have the opportunity to represent Jesus Christ.
So, I had a dream after going to the Temple. It was a moment when Joseph was being tarred and feathered, yet again! They dragged him to a room in his house. He was yelling Emma's name, and then he was yelling (more like pleading) "Leave me alone!" But he was just laying there and letting them tar him as if he was used to it, hoping they would leave his family alone. It was awful. And I was really sad when I woke up... I feel bad for him and for Emma. They went through so much together.
I learned that the Book of Mormon gives me the most confidence when I teach. I can't even teach without holding it in my hands. And on days and weeks that bring disappointment, I need to remember this:
And then I get to share a scripture that seems to work so wonderfully with our message!
Moroni 10:3-5:
3 Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your hearts.
4 And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.
5 And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.
I invite all of you who read my blog and keep up with my weekly shenanigans, to read the Book of Mormon, and pray to know if it's true. Because if this book is true, then Joseph Smith really was a prophet, and that he did see God, and that God really does live and He still cares about us. And I promise the Holy Ghost will answer you. Well, it's been a rough week. I'm hoping and praying for a better one next week.
- Always, Sister Brown
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