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Last night we got to have a visit with Elder Hoyt, one of the missionaries who was in the ward when we first moved in. He was with Elder Wipfler who has been here that long as well. All we needed was Elder Brennan who's gone home and it would have been just like old times. 

It was a lot of fun catching up with Hoyt since it's been awhile since we've seen him. He shared a really cool story with us. Apparently these three missionaries had been praying for a few months to have a baptism. They wanted to have one by June 28th. They were doing everything they could think of to meet this goal, constantly fasting and praying. On June 7th, they were heartbroken. It usually takes three weeks of attending church in order for someone to be eligible to be baptized. 

Well, on June 14th we showed up out of nowhere. We went to Sunday school with the missionaries, and then Sammy pulled them aside and said he wanted to be baptized. Ok, this is bizarre in and of itself. People don't usually do that. So I completely understood their shock at just having someone appear out of the blue who was ready to be baptized. People throughout the mission knew about us just because of how bizarre it was! I thought that this was why our missionaries always talked about Sammy with such amazement. 

Well, they met with us and talked to bishop and they all felt strongly that Sammy was ready and didn't need the three weeks of church. So he was baptized on June 28th. The exact day that they'd been praying for. 

Over the years, Sammy's journey to the church has been extremely frustrating for me and my impatient self. There were so many times I had wished this had happened sooner. I'd pray and pray but nothing happened. It was extremely frustrating watching others on the outside  become impatient as well. But all this has  shown me that it's not my timing, it's Gods. I had no idea that we were going to be the answer to months of prayers and meet some of the coolest Elders ever. But that's how it was supposed to be! 

I'm so grateful that we got to meet with them and hear that story last night. It was  amazing and I felt the spirit so strong. I love my life. Sometimes things don't make sense at the time and might never make sense but everything happens for a reason and if we stay faithful and do all we can do, it'll all work out.:) 

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