Happy Monday from Beaufort! Where it reached 90 degrees yesterday, and there is supposed to be a "cold front" coming where we're in the 70's. The weather's pretty rough out here guys. Feel free to send me some of your winter scarves.
This week was a bit of a rough one, but sometimes that happens. Onward and upward!
There were some wonderful moments and crazy moments, of course, so I wanted to give you some "snapshots" from my brain again:
-The elders calling us one night and asking if we had broken into their apartment. We were told them obviously not, and we were hurt that they would even assume so haha. But this is why they asked: Someone broke into their apartment and melted off one of Elder Duran's bike pedals. I'm serious. MELTED OFF. And that's it. Nothing stolen, nothing else vandalized. Just two giant burn holes with melted plastic in the carpet. How creepy/bizarre is that??
-Sitting on Sisters W's couch, shaking a spider off my arm and looking though her old missionary scrapbook. That little, 4'11'' woman served a mission in Atlanta, Georgia in 1953. Her sweet, strong testimony of the gospel and her conviction stayed with me long after we left. As did her joy for the gospel. And I won't forget how her eyes filled with tears as she told us how much she loved and missed her mission.
-Fixing up an old man's lawn because he can't do it himself anymore. And having it start to rain, then pour, on us... so we decided to have some fun at the end. Mud fight and puddle jumping.
-Sitting in the trailer of R and D. R: sincere and spiritually "in tune", showing us the jewelry he's making with old 22 shells and asking us questions about the apostasy from the pamphlet he read.
-Sitting around the kitchen table of the A family. In that little green trailer, Brother A translates the testimonies of the missionaries for his wife, who speaks Spanish. And although it's burning hot in there, all I feel is the warmth in my heart from the tangible spirit in that room, and how grateful I am to be serving a mission. Nothing that feels that good comes from anywhere else but God.
-Driving on base to have dinner at the N's house, and the marine at the gate stopping us and asking, "So where's my pamphlet? It's Sunday, so I figured I'd get one today. My work doesn't let me go to church on Sundays, so could I have one?" We had met him once before and he had asked us if we were the ones that handed out pamphlets. :)
And one last little tender moment/story:
We found out that an adorable recent convert in our ward (in her 60's), had recently gotten a new job and had to work on Sundays. We hadn't seen her in a couple weeks, and were excited to see her at the Relief Society activity on Tuesday. I asked her about her new job, and little tears came into her eyes. She said: "I did get a new job. But I have to work every Sunday. I asked for Sundays off, but they said no... So I turned in my resignation. God wouldn't want me to miss church." It was such a beautiful act of faith to me. She said that she knew something else would come along that would be even better. We were so proud of her, and my heart just swelled within me. So I gave her a big hug. One little hard decision that I'm sure she will look back on and be so grateful that she made.
This work is true. I love being a missionary.
Love, Sister Szilagyi
Monday, April 27, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Cookin' with Crisco
Hello wonderful people!
How are you? I'm grand. However, this week went by even faster than last week, so that's concerning...
Some highlights from my week:
-Sometimes, all of your things run out at once. These things may or may not include: dish soap, hand soap, shampoo, conditioner, dryer sheets, toilet paper, toothpaste, any semblance of food..... you get the idea. (Side note: this happens more often when your metabolism is ridiculous and you are hungry every two seconds.) And when this happens, you and your companion may have no more money, and you are only half way through the month. Yikes. That is when you are so thankful for little old ladies in your ward that load you up with food when they hear that you are starving to death. Bless those old ladies.
-We met this lovely lady named R and she was raised in the Gullah community here on the sea island of St. Helena. Such an interesting culture, and she has such an interesting story. She told us that her parents were slaves, and racism has been a huge part of her life. She talked about going to a segregated high school, and how she still knows people personally that are members of the KKK. Crazy. My favorite quote from our conversation? "I hate when people say their alarms clock wake them up. The alarm clock don't wake you up, Jesus wake you up!" :)
-On Wednesday, I accidentally said skreet instead of street. Yupp. It finally happened.
-We had an AWESOME lesson with R and C, and their two boys. Their family is the most prepared, amazing family ever. It's unreal. Their comments and questions, and desire? Dream investigators to teach. Please pray for them!
-I had two batteries that we were given at a meeting to put into our fire alarm, and I set them in my jewelry basket. I was choosing a necklace for the day, and all of a sudden, I notice that there are white lines of something in the air. Spiderweb? Nope, my hand goes right through them... Smoke? SMOKE! I had inadvertently created a circuit with a metal chain and MY NECKLACE WAS ON FIRE. Yeah, not good. So, a little life advice: Never store your jewelry and batteries together.
-We taught T again, and she came to Book of Mormon class again, and mannnnn I love her so much. She told everyone there how she had waited for us for 3 hours on Monday, because she thought we were coming at 3:00, but we were really coming at 6:00. So she sat and read her Book of Mormon until we got there. Seriously. And when she got to the part where Nephi is told to kill Laban, she said..."Whaaaa? What about thou shalt not kill?? I don't know about this..." And put it down. So when we got there, she immediately asked us about it and in her words, then we were "Cookin' with Crisco!" And it all made sense. Another great comment: "Everyone keeps telling me that y'all are a cult, but there ain't no sheets on the windows, and there are pictures of Jesus everywhere, so I just told them that they don't know what they talkin' about." She kills me.
-Seeing H, J, and M all together at church as a happy family since J is done with cycle? Yayyyy! Eternal family, here we come! And L and D came to church!! Whoo hoo!
-We get called a lot of different names as missionaries, and the especially unique ones come from children. We got a new one this week, one that I'd never heard before: "Dad! The dictionaries are here!!" I'll take it.
Finally, I've been reading through the New Testament in personal study, and a particular verse stuck out to me this morning. It is describing the mission of John the Baptist, but for me, it perfectly represents why I am here. Why I chose to spend a year and a half of my life here, in the beautiful south:
"To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace." -Luke 1:79
That is the mission of Jesus Christ. That is His gospel.
May we be aware of those that sit in darkness this week, and give them light. I love you all.
Sister Szilagyi
How are you? I'm grand. However, this week went by even faster than last week, so that's concerning...
Some highlights from my week:
-Sometimes, all of your things run out at once. These things may or may not include: dish soap, hand soap, shampoo, conditioner, dryer sheets, toilet paper, toothpaste, any semblance of food..... you get the idea. (Side note: this happens more often when your metabolism is ridiculous and you are hungry every two seconds.) And when this happens, you and your companion may have no more money, and you are only half way through the month. Yikes. That is when you are so thankful for little old ladies in your ward that load you up with food when they hear that you are starving to death. Bless those old ladies.
-We met this lovely lady named R and she was raised in the Gullah community here on the sea island of St. Helena. Such an interesting culture, and she has such an interesting story. She told us that her parents were slaves, and racism has been a huge part of her life. She talked about going to a segregated high school, and how she still knows people personally that are members of the KKK. Crazy. My favorite quote from our conversation? "I hate when people say their alarms clock wake them up. The alarm clock don't wake you up, Jesus wake you up!" :)
-On Wednesday, I accidentally said skreet instead of street. Yupp. It finally happened.
-We had an AWESOME lesson with R and C, and their two boys. Their family is the most prepared, amazing family ever. It's unreal. Their comments and questions, and desire? Dream investigators to teach. Please pray for them!
-I had two batteries that we were given at a meeting to put into our fire alarm, and I set them in my jewelry basket. I was choosing a necklace for the day, and all of a sudden, I notice that there are white lines of something in the air. Spiderweb? Nope, my hand goes right through them... Smoke? SMOKE! I had inadvertently created a circuit with a metal chain and MY NECKLACE WAS ON FIRE. Yeah, not good. So, a little life advice: Never store your jewelry and batteries together.
-We taught T again, and she came to Book of Mormon class again, and mannnnn I love her so much. She told everyone there how she had waited for us for 3 hours on Monday, because she thought we were coming at 3:00, but we were really coming at 6:00. So she sat and read her Book of Mormon until we got there. Seriously. And when she got to the part where Nephi is told to kill Laban, she said..."Whaaaa? What about thou shalt not kill?? I don't know about this..." And put it down. So when we got there, she immediately asked us about it and in her words, then we were "Cookin' with Crisco!" And it all made sense. Another great comment: "Everyone keeps telling me that y'all are a cult, but there ain't no sheets on the windows, and there are pictures of Jesus everywhere, so I just told them that they don't know what they talkin' about." She kills me.
-Seeing H, J, and M all together at church as a happy family since J is done with cycle? Yayyyy! Eternal family, here we come! And L and D came to church!! Whoo hoo!
-We get called a lot of different names as missionaries, and the especially unique ones come from children. We got a new one this week, one that I'd never heard before: "Dad! The dictionaries are here!!" I'll take it.
Finally, I've been reading through the New Testament in personal study, and a particular verse stuck out to me this morning. It is describing the mission of John the Baptist, but for me, it perfectly represents why I am here. Why I chose to spend a year and a half of my life here, in the beautiful south:
"To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace." -Luke 1:79
That is the mission of Jesus Christ. That is His gospel.
May we be aware of those that sit in darkness this week, and give them light. I love you all.
Sister Szilagyi
Monday, April 13, 2015
Fishing Piers and Fantastic Views
"On the fishing pier"
"Casual fishing pier yoga"
"The beautiful world"
Beaches and Boardwalks
"The district plus the Ridgeland elders"
"Hunting Beach on Hunting Island"
"The lighthouse that you have to pay to walk up..."
"On the marsh boardwalk"
"Yupp. REMEMBER: A fed gator is a dead gator"
Hear the Music
Hello hello hello!
Church sign of the week:
"Spread the gospel, not gossip"
Truth.
Well, transfer calls were on Saturday night, and we got the news that Sister Woodard and I are both staying in Beaufort, and I am a happy camper!
This week was a wonderful one, but one of those weeks that I can hardly remember. So here are some pictures from the week (well, mostly P-day).
And I wanted to share one of my favorite stories from last weekend's general conference:
Years ago I listened to a radio interview of a young doctor who worked in a hospital in the Navajo Nation. He told of an experience he had one night when an old Native American man with long braided hair came into the emergency room. The young doctor took his clipboard, approached the man, and said, “How can I help you?” The old man looked straight ahead and said nothing. The doctor, feeling somewhat impatient, tried again. “I cannot help you if you don’t speak to me,” he said. “Tell me why you have come to the hospital.”
The old man then looked at him and said, “Do you dance?” As the young doctor pondered the strange question, it occurred to him that perhaps his patient was a tribal medicine man who, according to ancient tribal customs, sought to heal the sick through song and dance rather than through prescribing medication.
“No,” said the doctor, “I don’t dance. Do you dance?” The old man nodded yes. Then the doctor asked, “Could you teach me to dance?”
The old man’s response has for many years caused me much reflection. “I can teach you to dance,” he said, “but you have to hear the music.” - Elder Wilford W. Andersen
May we all take a moment this week to pause and hear the music.
Much love, Sister Szilagyi
Church sign of the week:
"Spread the gospel, not gossip"
Truth.
Well, transfer calls were on Saturday night, and we got the news that Sister Woodard and I are both staying in Beaufort, and I am a happy camper!
This week was a wonderful one, but one of those weeks that I can hardly remember. So here are some pictures from the week (well, mostly P-day).
And I wanted to share one of my favorite stories from last weekend's general conference:
Years ago I listened to a radio interview of a young doctor who worked in a hospital in the Navajo Nation. He told of an experience he had one night when an old Native American man with long braided hair came into the emergency room. The young doctor took his clipboard, approached the man, and said, “How can I help you?” The old man looked straight ahead and said nothing. The doctor, feeling somewhat impatient, tried again. “I cannot help you if you don’t speak to me,” he said. “Tell me why you have come to the hospital.”
The old man then looked at him and said, “Do you dance?” As the young doctor pondered the strange question, it occurred to him that perhaps his patient was a tribal medicine man who, according to ancient tribal customs, sought to heal the sick through song and dance rather than through prescribing medication.
“No,” said the doctor, “I don’t dance. Do you dance?” The old man nodded yes. Then the doctor asked, “Could you teach me to dance?”
The old man’s response has for many years caused me much reflection. “I can teach you to dance,” he said, “but you have to hear the music.” - Elder Wilford W. Andersen
May we all take a moment this week to pause and hear the music.
Much love, Sister Szilagyi
Monday, April 6, 2015
Easter and Egg Hunts
"The adorable counter is the one on the right :)"
"Yes, that's a kilt."
"Jesus fish! Best Easter gift ever."
9 out of 9
Happy Belated Easter my fabulous friends and family members!
I am going to set a new record for fastest typing because I have soooooo many things that I have to tell y'all about!!!
So, remember how our mission president set up his new goal-accountability thing for our mission and new "standards of excellence"? Well, at the beginning of the week, Sister Woodard and I looked at each other and said, "This is the week where we are going to achieve 9 out of 9 goals, and exceed all of the standards of excellence." We almost always achieve or exceed the standards of excellence, but unless you get a baptism that week, you cannot achieve 9 out of 9 goals. And since he has implemented the new program, only two other companionships in the mission have achieved 9 out of 9 goals. So...... we worked hard all week to achieve these goals. What follows is how Heavenly Father provides a way for us to achieve our goals when we try OUR very hardest, and moments from one of the best weeks of my entire mission:
Monday:
-Y'all already know about the registering for classes struggle, but everything improved Monday night when we were able to teach H (who is married to a recently active member and drill instructor on Parris Island). And she is just sooo wonderful, and decided she wanted to get baptized this week! We set up her baptismal interview for Wednesday night, and were excited to help her prepare.
Tuesday:
-That awkward moment when a cop comes and finds you in the Chinese restaurant you are eating lunch at and tells you a "really old lady" just ran into your car. Darn it. We were slightly terrified when he initially asked us if the gray Toyota Corolla belonged to us and if we were with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Sister Woodard, although lovable, isn't the bestttt driver and I was sure that we were being ticketed for some traffic violation. Instead, we met the adorable 79 year old T, who told us that "we were the sweetest girls that she had ever met" and then invited us over for dinner.
-That evening, as we were visiting some potentials, we happened to run into a referral that we have been attempting to contact for weeks! And there he was, just standing on the sidewalk, and we have an appointment with him tonight. Thanks Heavenly Father!
Wednesday:
-That second awkward moment when you walk up to knock on someone's trailer and an old lady is lying there tanning on her front porch with no top on...... "Oh dear! We're so sorry ma'am! Didn't mean to disturb you... Bad time?" At least it wasn't the elders.
-That evening, H totally aced her baptismal interview and then asked us,"So.... J gets tomorrow off, and it's our anniversary... do you think I could get baptized tomorrow?" Um. Let's go ask the bishop! After an enthusiastic yes, we proceeded to quickly plan a baptism that would take place in less than 24 hours. During this process, we were showing H the baptismal font and inside was a lovely dead cockroach. Yum. We assured her that we would clean it out before the next day, and as we were leaving the font, M (H's 3 year old) yells, "Bye Bug!". Thank you M.
-K came to Book of Mormon class again and told us that ever since she met us, her life has been getting better and better! :)
Thursday
-Thursday was spent planning..... pretty much the whole day. We had decided to weekly plan this day anyway, because we had MLC the next day, which worked out perfectly because we kind of had a whole baptism to plan. Now normally, as a missionary, when you text/call people for assistance, it takes a while for anybody to respond (and that is IF they respond.) However, Heavenly Father was helping us BIG time, because in a matter of a few hours, we had a pianist, talks assigned, the amazing Sister Morgan creating our programs, Bishop conducting, and multiple people saying they could come and support. And it ended up being just wonderful. On April 2nd 2015, H was baptized by her husband J, so that in exactly one year, they can be sealed in the temple on their wedding anniversary. It doesn't get any better than that. I was the happiest of clams.
Friday
-Sister Woodard and I had MLC (missionary leadership council) in Macon at 10:00am. We woke up at 5:00, and had a lovely 3 and a half hour drive, with the company of friends= Sister de St. Jeor and Sister Miller! Although it was a long time spent in the car on Friday, it was wonderful to spend time with my trainee and the meeting was wonderful!
Saturday
-The bishopric had planned a "sunrise breakfast", with egg hunt and Easter video to boot! It was very fun and probably my favorite moment came from the 4 year old son of one of my favorite families, the N's. As he stood there counting his eggs with his twin brother, I overheard these words: "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..... I GOT ONE!!!" The cuteness. Please.
-General Conference (which occurs every six months, and is where leaders of our church talk about gospel topics, and we get listen to beautiful music) was absolutely WONDERFUL. I'm really not sure if conference keeps getting better and better or if I just appreciate it more and more, but it was over MUCH too quickly.
-In between conference sessions, we were able to teach T, and set a baptismal date for May 16th!
-L and D came to the afternoon session of conference and watched it with us. I love those two.
Sunday
-EASTER!
-So by Sunday morning, we had quite a bit left to do...
-We had a goal of 7 people at church for the week. On Sunday morning, we still needed 4 more people to attend church/conference for us to meet our goal. At Parris Island, 4 recruits came with their friends and asked us to teach them during the second hour of church. We had 4 more investigators at church.
-It normally takes us many attempts for us to contact referrals that we receive, and on Sunday we still needed to contact 2 more. As we stopped by to contact these two people, one trailer had all of their dogs inside the house (when they normally are outside and ready to eat us), and the other man was outside his house blowing leaves when we drove up. We had 2 more contacts.
-We had a lovely Easter lunch at Bishop Morgan's house with his family (I LOVE THEIR FAMILY). We went back to the church for the second session of general conference at church afterwards, and then visited the B family and taught a lesson about the resurrection using objects hidden inside of Easter eggs.
-At this point, all we needed to achieve our goals was one more person on date. Just one. It was 7:45pm. We had an hour and 15 minutes to find someone that wanted to be baptized. We needed a miracle. And so we prayed for one. We pleaded with Heavenly Father to give us a miracle, and to provide us with a way to accomplish our goals. And then we knocked on R's door. R was a potential investigator who I had never met, and that we had tried several times to contact. He answered the door, invited us inside, and we listened to the trials of R and his wife, C. We taught them the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and testified that this message would strengthen and bless their family. And we invited them to be baptized. Both R and C accepted the invitation to be baptized on May 16th. And they want us to come back and teach their whole family on Wednesday. And as we were leaving, C asked us if they had any "homework." A beautiful, golden family. Ready for change. Ready for the gospel.
-And that is the story of how Sister Woodard and I achieved 9 out of our 9 goals this week.
I love this gospel. I love my brother, Jesus Christ. And, particularly today, I am so grateful for the time that we were able to spend reflecting on His sacrifice for us this week. I know that He lives, and because He lives, I know that we ALL will live again.
I love you all SO much!
Sister Szilagyi
I am going to set a new record for fastest typing because I have soooooo many things that I have to tell y'all about!!!
So, remember how our mission president set up his new goal-accountability thing for our mission and new "standards of excellence"? Well, at the beginning of the week, Sister Woodard and I looked at each other and said, "This is the week where we are going to achieve 9 out of 9 goals, and exceed all of the standards of excellence." We almost always achieve or exceed the standards of excellence, but unless you get a baptism that week, you cannot achieve 9 out of 9 goals. And since he has implemented the new program, only two other companionships in the mission have achieved 9 out of 9 goals. So...... we worked hard all week to achieve these goals. What follows is how Heavenly Father provides a way for us to achieve our goals when we try OUR very hardest, and moments from one of the best weeks of my entire mission:
Monday:
-Y'all already know about the registering for classes struggle, but everything improved Monday night when we were able to teach H (who is married to a recently active member and drill instructor on Parris Island). And she is just sooo wonderful, and decided she wanted to get baptized this week! We set up her baptismal interview for Wednesday night, and were excited to help her prepare.
Tuesday:
-That awkward moment when a cop comes and finds you in the Chinese restaurant you are eating lunch at and tells you a "really old lady" just ran into your car. Darn it. We were slightly terrified when he initially asked us if the gray Toyota Corolla belonged to us and if we were with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Sister Woodard, although lovable, isn't the bestttt driver and I was sure that we were being ticketed for some traffic violation. Instead, we met the adorable 79 year old T, who told us that "we were the sweetest girls that she had ever met" and then invited us over for dinner.
-That evening, as we were visiting some potentials, we happened to run into a referral that we have been attempting to contact for weeks! And there he was, just standing on the sidewalk, and we have an appointment with him tonight. Thanks Heavenly Father!
Wednesday:
-That second awkward moment when you walk up to knock on someone's trailer and an old lady is lying there tanning on her front porch with no top on...... "Oh dear! We're so sorry ma'am! Didn't mean to disturb you... Bad time?" At least it wasn't the elders.
-That evening, H totally aced her baptismal interview and then asked us,"So.... J gets tomorrow off, and it's our anniversary... do you think I could get baptized tomorrow?" Um. Let's go ask the bishop! After an enthusiastic yes, we proceeded to quickly plan a baptism that would take place in less than 24 hours. During this process, we were showing H the baptismal font and inside was a lovely dead cockroach. Yum. We assured her that we would clean it out before the next day, and as we were leaving the font, M (H's 3 year old) yells, "Bye Bug!". Thank you M.
-K came to Book of Mormon class again and told us that ever since she met us, her life has been getting better and better! :)
Thursday
-Thursday was spent planning..... pretty much the whole day. We had decided to weekly plan this day anyway, because we had MLC the next day, which worked out perfectly because we kind of had a whole baptism to plan. Now normally, as a missionary, when you text/call people for assistance, it takes a while for anybody to respond (and that is IF they respond.) However, Heavenly Father was helping us BIG time, because in a matter of a few hours, we had a pianist, talks assigned, the amazing Sister Morgan creating our programs, Bishop conducting, and multiple people saying they could come and support. And it ended up being just wonderful. On April 2nd 2015, H was baptized by her husband J, so that in exactly one year, they can be sealed in the temple on their wedding anniversary. It doesn't get any better than that. I was the happiest of clams.
Friday
-Sister Woodard and I had MLC (missionary leadership council) in Macon at 10:00am. We woke up at 5:00, and had a lovely 3 and a half hour drive, with the company of friends= Sister de St. Jeor and Sister Miller! Although it was a long time spent in the car on Friday, it was wonderful to spend time with my trainee and the meeting was wonderful!
Saturday
-The bishopric had planned a "sunrise breakfast", with egg hunt and Easter video to boot! It was very fun and probably my favorite moment came from the 4 year old son of one of my favorite families, the N's. As he stood there counting his eggs with his twin brother, I overheard these words: "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..... I GOT ONE!!!" The cuteness. Please.
-General Conference (which occurs every six months, and is where leaders of our church talk about gospel topics, and we get listen to beautiful music) was absolutely WONDERFUL. I'm really not sure if conference keeps getting better and better or if I just appreciate it more and more, but it was over MUCH too quickly.
-In between conference sessions, we were able to teach T, and set a baptismal date for May 16th!
-L and D came to the afternoon session of conference and watched it with us. I love those two.
Sunday
-EASTER!
-So by Sunday morning, we had quite a bit left to do...
-We had a goal of 7 people at church for the week. On Sunday morning, we still needed 4 more people to attend church/conference for us to meet our goal. At Parris Island, 4 recruits came with their friends and asked us to teach them during the second hour of church. We had 4 more investigators at church.
-It normally takes us many attempts for us to contact referrals that we receive, and on Sunday we still needed to contact 2 more. As we stopped by to contact these two people, one trailer had all of their dogs inside the house (when they normally are outside and ready to eat us), and the other man was outside his house blowing leaves when we drove up. We had 2 more contacts.
-We had a lovely Easter lunch at Bishop Morgan's house with his family (I LOVE THEIR FAMILY). We went back to the church for the second session of general conference at church afterwards, and then visited the B family and taught a lesson about the resurrection using objects hidden inside of Easter eggs.
-At this point, all we needed to achieve our goals was one more person on date. Just one. It was 7:45pm. We had an hour and 15 minutes to find someone that wanted to be baptized. We needed a miracle. And so we prayed for one. We pleaded with Heavenly Father to give us a miracle, and to provide us with a way to accomplish our goals. And then we knocked on R's door. R was a potential investigator who I had never met, and that we had tried several times to contact. He answered the door, invited us inside, and we listened to the trials of R and his wife, C. We taught them the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and testified that this message would strengthen and bless their family. And we invited them to be baptized. Both R and C accepted the invitation to be baptized on May 16th. And they want us to come back and teach their whole family on Wednesday. And as we were leaving, C asked us if they had any "homework." A beautiful, golden family. Ready for change. Ready for the gospel.
-And that is the story of how Sister Woodard and I achieved 9 out of our 9 goals this week.
I love this gospel. I love my brother, Jesus Christ. And, particularly today, I am so grateful for the time that we were able to spend reflecting on His sacrifice for us this week. I know that He lives, and because He lives, I know that we ALL will live again.
I love you all SO much!
Sister Szilagyi
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