Miss You Brazil

Don't you love Sunday afternoons? It's my favorite part of the week; eating lots of food and then lazily napping the afternoon away. Yum. We went to my mission president's homecoming today. That was such a sweet experience. He told a story during his talk about my companion and I stopping to teach a young man on the street one day. I had forgotten about this experience, but he had apparently saved the letter I wrote him about this. All of our appointments fell through that day, we couldn't find anyone to teach and it was blisteringly hot outside! We finally saw a young man sitting on the side of the road. As we walked up to him I said something kind of strange and unexpected. I said, "You're the person we've been looking for; the person ready to hear the gospel of Jesus Christ." We taught him about the Restoration of the gospel right then and there. As we taught him about Joseph Smith his eyes welled up with tears. He said he'd been praying recently to find truth in his life.

Anyway, I had forgotten about that story. We found out that he actually lived in another area and we referred him to the missionaries there. Well, my mission president told us today that he was sharing this story in a stake conference a while ago in Brazil. When he was done speaking a young man walked up to him and said, "I'm that person you talked about. I'm the young man those two sisters talked to on the street that day. I was baptized soon after that and I'm now getting ready to go on a mission."

My companion and I didn't have much to do with that miracle - we were just a couple of sweaty missionaries hoping someone would listen to us. But my mission president's talk reminded me today that we can be a small part of blessing people's lives if we listen and act upon small promptings.