We had some of the less-actives we've been working with in church yesterday. One of the men that came hasn't been around in about 7 years. One of the little old women in the branch who adored this man came up and told me, "Congrats, Hermana. You've done a good thing. Thanks for bringing back my boy." It's all worth it. I love thinking of the invitation that President Carmack gave us: "Find the next covenant the people need to make, and help them make it." And that's where we are.
It's been raining a lot lately. I fell in the mud. OOPS!
I went to Arraijan today for Pday, and saw Tio Lam for his birthday. I just love being around him. He makes me want to be better. I also was able to practice some dialect with the Kuna families I love so much.
This Friday marks 170 years since the Prophet Joseph Smith was killed. I would like to take the opportunity to testify of this noble man's life and death. I have come to know that he truly was a prophet of God, used in the Lord's hands to restore the everlasting gospel to the earth. I know that he faced his death with courage in his heart, having read from the Book of Mormon just moments before he was shot. I admire his strength and willingness to always obey the Lord's command.
I love you all!
