Missions are always crazy and the last couple weeks have been no exception. Today we have a shortened P-day because we had a meeting with all of the mission leaders and Elder Lynn G. Robbins. It was great. Tomorrow there will be a conference with him and the whole mission. Wednesday we will have another leadership conference with him. It's been great. I'll be sure to tell more about it next week.
Last Thursday Elder Curtis and I got permission to go to the temple. I hadn't been since June 2017. It was both peaceful and revelatory; just what I needed.
I'll share a miracle, as I try to do each week. On Wednesday, we were teaching a lesson late at night in an apartment complex and we headed to our car to drive home. We then learned that this complex had assigned parking spots, with signs that we didn't see at first because it was dark. The person who's spot we stole parked behind us, blocking our exit. We assumed they planned on making us pay a parking ticket or something of the sort. The door was one we recognized, we had tracted it and the man living there wasn't interested. When we knocked, we heard a woman's voice say come in. Awkwardly, as missionaries always are, we knocked a second time in hopes she'd come to the door. Again she said, come in, so we did. She said her name was Ashley, and we introduced ourselves as missionaries. She asked if we could share a message with her. We looked at our watches and decided we could teach a quick lesson and still make it home before our 9:30 curfew.
We taught just the first principle: We have a Heavenly Father and He loves us. We gave her a Book of Mormon and invited her to start reading. She told us a little bit about her history, she'd been kidnapped as a kid. She had a hard growing-up that included being abused by her father. She said she recently discovered who her birth father was: A faithful member of the church that lives in Utah. She said she wanted to come to church with us and continue to learn.
Love y'all!
Elder Stephen Watts
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