Bula Vinaka! (That is a formal hello in Fijian. Sister Fisher taught me.)
We saw SO MANY MIRACLES this week! It's incredible how great miracles usually stem from a small and simple thing. This week we were walking to our car and we talked to a man named Clint. Stopping to talk with him was a small and simple thing. He was in dirty work clothes, had his arms full, looked like he was headed somewhere, and we were late for an appointment, but I really felt like we needed to talk with him. He initially told us he was Catholic, but as we continued to talk he brought up the fact that he didn't like the church he was going to and was actually searching for a new one. He is a single father and is going through some really hard times. He commented on how happy we looked and we testified of the happiness the Gospel of Jesus Christ can bring. We invited him to come and see. He came to church yesterday and brought his 11-year-old daughter, Kayla. They both had a wonderful, spiritual experience and connected with many members in the ward! The small and simple conversation we started brought to pass a great thing.
Clint, Kayla, Racquel and Wayne all came to church yesterday! YAY!!! Wayne is doing incredible! Thank you for your faithful prayers. His countenance is completely different than when we first started to meet with him. He has a light in his eyes and a glow to his face that was not there before. The light of Christ is becoming more luminous inside of him. We are so pleased with the changes that he is making and know that he'll overcome his trials through Christ. He's still battling addiction, so please continue to keep him in your prayers.
We met with Racquel on Wednesday and had a really good lesson with her and Paul! When we left we were super happy! We went straight to our next appointment with a less active member named Reema. When we got there, our smiles were still ear to ear, but they quickly turned around when we saw her puffy tear filled eyes. We knew something was wrong. It was incredible to me how my emotions instantly changed from one of elation to one of empathy. Our lesson plan for her went out the window and we prayed in our hearts to know what to do to help her find comfort. The thought came: The Book of Mormon of course! She went and got her copy and when she came down the stairs she was flipping through and reading things she had previously highlighted. As we read a few of those, Sister Fisher had the thought to read 2 Nephi 4 with her. This isn't a chapter that we use too often, but it was right on the money! We asked Reema to start in verse 16 and read a few verses and she ended up reading the rest of the chapter. When she finished, the tears had stopped, she looked up at us and said. I am better now. Thank you. She said the closing prayer and it was beautiful and sincere. The Spirit was there for sure.
We had ward council this week and Bishop showed this new mormon message for the spiritual thought. If you haven't seen it, watch it. Right now. Ready go! Be prepared for the Spirit to tap on your heart.
http://www.mormonchannel.org/video/mormon-messages?v=3701964025001&cid=HPTH073114368
One thing that has brought me a lot of joy this week is a homemade my family booklet compiled by my mother! She sent it by mail and I received it last week. Sister Fisher and I have had so much fun reading about my ancestors! It is so inspiring to me to read about their legacies of faith and lives of fortitude. Sister Fisher is the pioneer of her family in the Gospel. She is a convert and is one of the few members in her family. We were reading a short history about my first ancestor to join the church, Mary Harrison Rogerson who was baptized in 1837 in England and then a short history of each of the daughters down to my mom, and Sister Fisher was blown away. She looked up at me and said, "You are so lucky to have this. Such a faithful heritage!" This week she has been in the process of writing down her conversion story, so then we talked about how she is the beginning of that heritage for her family. It was an incredible moment we shared. The lesson in gospel principles yesterday was on temples and family history and the teacher asked what it means to me to have a forever family. Pictures of these faithful ancestors filed through my head as the thought of how to answer this question. Because honestly, it means everything to me. The thought of one day embracing them and thanking them brings tears to my eyes. I am full of gratitude for my family, the priesthood, the temple, the security of covenants, and the opportunity to be part of a family welded together by God's almighty authority if we keep the promises we have made to Him. My heart is full and definitely turned to my fathers.
Such a good week. This one is going to be wonderful as well! Keep smiling and be an active part of the work of salvation! Therein lies happiness.
Love and Prayers, Sister Felix
"When our hearts turn to our ancestors, something changes inside us. We feel part of somethings greater than ourselves." -Russell M. Nelson
Sister Fisher made this family history poster when she was here in Brantford over a year ago! This was her first area and Sister Fisher's first transfer was her trainers last. Her trainer came to visit the Brantford ward yesterday and it was a happy reunion!
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