Last Tuesday, I got to go on exchange with Hermana Aguayo, a boss missionary. She and her companion are actually over our area, but as Spanish-speaking missionaries. That Tuesday morning, the appointment we had with an investigator we found last week fell through. (In fact, she dropped us). So, as we separated the wheat from the tares, we decided to keep our heads high and find those that will receive us (D&C 42:8)!
Just as our companionship study ended, we received a referral from Church Headquarters (a media referral) and jumped for joy! We knew that Heavenly Father answered our prayer that morning. Then another HQ referral came in. Then another. And another. By the time we left the apartment that morning, we had 7 HQ referrals!
Almost every hour, we received a HQ referral. It was freaking us out (just so you know, that normally does not happen)! By the end of the day, we'd received 30 HQ referrals. A few were actually in other areas, but a good chunk of them were for the hermanas! MIRACLES.
We knocked on the door of one of the referrals. A lady opened the door. We asked for Armando and she said that he passed away 3 months ago. Whut. She didn't know him too well, though, because she's renting a room there. We offered to show her #BecauseHeLives and she accepted and ended up as a new investigator for the Spanish hermanas! The Lord works in mysterious ways. He had to use media referrals to get us to find the people we need to teach!
And last Thursday, I also got to go on exchange to Strasburg again! I came to the same conclusion as last time....I will never be able to live in a country town. I like my ghetto area (#citysister). Unless, of course, I got to ride donkeys all day. I felt like Mary and Joseph #HeIsTheGift but I survived the country ways. Now, let's be honest. That's a true miracle in, and of, itself.