The week started out alright, but as the days passed I felt a little deflated (is that something we say in English. I can't remember if that's the right context). The Lord saw my sorrow and in his mercy he decided to bless us with a baptism. At church, one of the members decided to bring her mother, because her mother had previously attended another church, but because of the infirmities of age she couldn't walk by herself anymore. The really liked church, especially the Sunday School classes. After church she told her daughter that she wanted to get baptized. We passed by a little later and they shared the good news. We taught her the first message and marked a baptismal date for the eleventh of August.
On Tuesday, one of the members that we reactivated shared with us that she smokes. I was a little surprised by the news. She explained that her mom wanted to get baptized, but she would only get married if her daughter stopped smoking. Needless to say, we started our stop smoking program with her that night. I tried to get her to drink a cup of cigarette tea (I emptied her cigarettes into a cup and mixed with water) to get her disgusted by the sight and smell of tobacco, but she didn't go for it. This past week we've been passing by her house everyday to make sure that she's staying strong. It's been a fight, but she hasn't smoked once since Tuesday. If she succeeds, her mom and step-dad will get baptized in a month.
One thing that I've seen a lot on my mission is how the Lord tears you down a little so that you can grow and be ready for the coming blessings. "Thank you Mr. Gardener for cutting me down, for loving me enough to hurt me."
Transfers will be coming in two weeks and I'm praying with all my might that I don't get transferred.
That's all I have for today.
Love,
Elder David Short
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