We had a difficult moment with an investigator who really, really wanted to be baptized on Sunday. We told her to plan on it, but we should have communicated her progress more clearly to the WML and the bishop…anyway, the bishop really wanted her to wait at least another week so we had to tell her she couldn’t be baptized on Sunday, after she had already started planning it and shopping for a white dress and gotten all excited. She was really discouraged and disappointed and we felt terrible about the whole situation since it was our fault for jumping the gun. We were really upset about it on Thursday night—I was on the phone giving our numbers to the district leader and we got a call on the other line, which Sister Thomas was hoping would be President Pehrson so we could explain the situation to him, but it turned out to be our WML, whom we had just hung up with. To be precise, it was actually his wife. She said, “Brother Tillinghast feels prompted to come visit you, can we come over?” So they came and said a prayer with us and talked us through the situation and helped us feel a lot better. It was definitely an answer to prayer and a testimony that the Lord is aware of our every need and can work through us to answer the prayers of those around us if we just listen to the Spirit.
Quote for the week is: My guardian angel has cankles and needs a gastric bypass. (This stemmed from the idea that you feed your guardian angel when you read your scriptures…and it went from there…one of those “you-had-to-be-there” moments, I guess.)
Back to the Empire State
A Few Neat Little Knick Knacks
Amenia, ain't it a quaint little town?
What a quaint little sign.
And here we are, back to the Constitution State...I'm signing "three weeks," but now I can say ONE WEEK AND THREE DAYS! I'm not excited to leave here, just excited to be at home and see the family/friends/home that I miss. From this point in my life I will have two homes, I guess. I just won't live at the Connecticut home all the time.
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