This
past week definitely tried my faith a little bit. We were supposed to
have a baptism yesterday, but everything fell apart in these last few
days. Everything was perfect. We had everything set up, but on the day
of our investigator's interview, we couldn't find him. We tried for
hours. Which then turned into days. Our faith was tested every time we
went to his house and no one answered the door. We didn't even know what
to do. We were walking around outside on Saturday and we decided to
start a fast. Right there. We just stopped what we were doing and begged
for help from the Lord. I'm not going to lie, that was the hardest fast
I have ever done. It was 100 degrees and I was sick, but it was worth
it. The next day at church we had a bunch of less actives and an entire
investigator FAMILY come to church! We had a lot of people there! We
also saw other miracles falling from the sky. Of course it was
difficult, but I now have a very strong testimony about fasting. If we
do it right and with a sincere heart, we will receive answers from
heaven. We didn't get it in the way we expected; we still can't find
that investigator that was supposed to be baptized, but we received what
we really needed.
I love the gospel! I love being a missionary! It is really tough, but every second is worth it.
I love you all!
Con amor,
Hermana Hunt
p.s. I have become a pro rapper out here. ..and I'm getting tan. WADDUP!
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