I must say, though, Heavenly Father has been doing a great job keeping us alive this week. Last night, we had a half hour bike ride home in the dark. One particular street had a long stretch of no houses, no streetlights, just trees and swamp on either side of the road, and no moon, not even starlight could reach us. For ten minutes, we were riding into a pitch black abyss, only thing visible was the few feet in front of our that our bike lights could reach. It was like a fever dream nightmare, or a creepy movie or something, like biking into outer darkness itself. I had the thought, maybe this is what death is like. I started singing Lead Kindly Light to distract myself from thoughts of things that could be hiding in the woods, and it was oddly fitting. "Lead kindly light amid the encircling gloom... The night is dark and I am far from home... Lead thou me on... I do not ask to see, the distant scene, one step enough for me." And for some odd reason, not a single car appeared those whole ten minutes. If one had, we could have easily been knocked into a ditch and left to perish. But we didn't. Conclusion: more angels.
|The District kickin it at Chinese buffet|
|It didn't got build, guys.|
The G family is still stellar, and we took a member over there who happened to know the dad! He and her son had been good friends. It worked out so perfectly, and he'd actually done research (on lds.org not wikipedia! :D) and had questions about the Plan of Salvation. I love talking about the Plan, because I feel like most people go their whole lives looking for the purpose of everything, the meaning of life, and we have it summed up in one lil pamphlet. We stopped by the S family to buy girl scout cookies from their several daughters and they insisted we stay for dinner, so (with the slandering father not present), we got to share a message with them, about God's love and how the gospel blesses families - basic stuff. Next time we go over, we'll go deeper into the Restoration. Baby steps.
|one of our investigators is a professional clown. tru story.|
None the less.
|bookmark I made for a recent convert|