April 10, 2012 - Evelyn's baptism, with her mom and her uncle (who baptized his wife and daughter a few weeks ago).
Wednesday of last week was absolutely insane. Our entire day consisted of driving from one appointment to the next, teaching lessons, and eating (we were given no less than three meals that day.....). We were exhausted by the time we stumbled into our apartment at 9:30pm.
We have been blessed with great new investigators. We started teaching a woman who invited the elders over to tamales on Christmas and who has been going to the English classes at our church building since December. She said she reads our Church's pamphlets ("The Restoration","The Plan of Salvation") in English to practice. We also set a baptismal date with a man who has been an investigator for 35 years. (Just so you know, that wasn't a typo). He has finally decided to get baptized!
So, we were given a tender mercy of the Lord this last week. As you know, we have been battling to try to get one of our investigators to come to church here in Mission Viejo instead of in San Clemente, and she really hasn't been progressing much. On Friday, after unsuccessfully trying to convince her son to come to Mission Viejo, at 8:45pm we were walking down the street in his neighborhood trying to figure out what to do to help them. We were a little frustrated because we felt like we had been running into the same brick wall over and over. Then all of a sudden, a lady who was driving by in a black car pulled over and yelled, "Hey! I have something to tell you two!" We looked at each other and my first thought was "Great. She's going to tell us that there is no soliciting in this neighborhood."
To our complete surprise, she looked at us and said, "I don't have time to talk right now, but I love you guys. I wish my sons had turned out more like you. Every time I see you it just reminds me that there are still good people in the world." And she drove off, leaving two stunned missionaries in her wake. I don't know why she decided to pull over, but I'm sure it had to do with the Spirit. God takes care of missionaries, especially in our scattered and short moments of frustration.