There are bad days and good ones on the mission just like in life. I had a harder day earlier this week, one of our investigators dropped us, but then we had a baptism yesterday. Roxie has been such a trooper, it took us about a week to figure out which ward was really hers, and there was some mix up about the time and everything, but it all worked out. Her 12 year old son gave the talk on baptism, and when he bore his testimony at the end she started crying and said he's so glad that his mom is getting baptized. It made all of us cry. She was so excited the whole time, she couldn't stop smiling! And right before we left, her 13 year old son came up to us and said "you did a good job" but I told him we didn't do anything. His mom is the one who was willing to listen, and it sure wasn't us teaching her. Heavenly Father had His hands in those lessons. Then we gave her one more hug before we had to head out, and she held on really tight and whispered thank you. She loves the gospel so much, I feel so honored to have been able to get to know her and help her come closer to God.
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