One day in my second area my companion and I had just left the apartment in the morning to start working and hadn't even made it to the end of the street when my companion realized he forgot to bring his Book of Mormon to give away. We stopped for a second and debated whether or not to go back for it. I had extra in my bag so we didn't need them. We also gave away few of them per day because not many people knew how to read so they didn't want to accept them.
But something told us to go back and we did. So we go back, get them, and then head back out again. As we reach the street corner and are prepared to cross to the other side we see this lady standing there looking at us timidly. I could see her mustering up the courage to say something to us. She finally found her voice and called us over (we would had gone over anyway with that type of body language). Turns out she had spoken to missionaries before and had been looking for us. She was walking down the street that day and saw us as we came to the corner. She baptized two weeks later along with her two kids.
Now I often think what would have happened if we didn't turn back that day to get my companion's Book of Mormon. Our paths wouldn't have crossed with that sweet sister and her family could have been delayed in getting the gospel. I'm grateful to our Heavenly Father and all the little things that He puts is place so that His purposes can come to pass.
FYI: we never ended up needing that extra Book of Mormon we went back for.
No comments:
Post a Comment