Isn't that so cool!? I learned a lot about service this week and there are a bunch of thoughts about how awesome it is swimming through my brain, so let's see what swims its way out
But I just feel so lucky that God trusts me to serve His children, He trusts all of us to serve His children! And as we do we are serving God!!
Sister Kovac and I had a little experiment while we were tracking one day and it turned out to be a miracle! When someone answers the door you can tell in a couple of seconds whether they are going to listen or shut the door in your face... So, with the latter we decided just to offer service. Holy cow it was amazing!! People who would've never talked to us were all of a sudden smiling and being super nice.
One of the best things that happened to me this week had to do with service. We were tracting (like usual:)) and we knock on this door and no one answers, so we leave a card and start walking away. But then the door starts to open so we book it back to the door and this guy wearing a cross is standing there. So I was about to start saying that we were sharing a message about Jesus Christ (because I have really awesome observation skills and thought he might appreciate it based on what he was wearing haha!) but that's not really what came out of my mouth... I hear myself saying that we are just going around and offering service, and at the same time I'm thinking in my brain, "what??" But the way he reacted when I said that was the coolest thing! He told us about how his wife had been hit by a car a few years ago and has had wrist problems ever since and then she just found out she has tendinitis and they have been looking for people to help her out with things she can't do anymore! We feel like we may have been an answer to someone's prayers! It is the coolest feeling:)
It is such a blessing to be able to serve people out here in New York!
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Love you all!
Love, Sister Jones
P.S. Sister Kovac and I are stickin' together for another cycle, it's cool
This place has the best ice cream!!
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