We're getting really excited for a baptism scheduled next Sunday. I've been trying to make some fancy invitations and programs for the service but Morgan scooped all of the family's creative genes for herself. I guess I can't give her 5 dollars to do my art projects any more ...
So a few pretty sweet things happened this week. We ran into a lady trying to contact a man on the ward roster and then saw her again at HEB (like a Costco) and she waved at us. That doesn't happen every gosh darned day, so we stopped by her house again and are now teaching her family.
Another man was invited to church yesterday by a friend, so he drove himself there, introduced himself to us and said he's known about the Mormons for a while and would like to be baptized.
A young couple, like my age, just moved down to San Antonio at the request of his Dad who promised them work and a place to stay. When they arrived he dropped them off at a Wal-Mart and said figure it out. They are homeless and are now trying to get on their feet. She's a member and he's been hoping to be able to go to church for a while. The ward has been good about getting them around and helping them out as they've needed food and rides. He hopes to be ready for baptism in the next few weeks.
I do this thing when I hike trails where I put my head down and hike hard until... I've reached the top. I won't look around at all the beauty I'm passing by on the side of the mountain or even on the sides of the trails. In this missionary work I'm making an effort to stop and enjoy the little things. Working hard makes me feel so good, but I can usually see the top of the mountain ... Haha, with basically the whole 2 years left, I need a new tactic. Since I can't bite this all off at once, we're going one day and week at a time and I need to do more of an endurance pace. Taking a breather and some water as needed, but always with all my heart might mind and strength.
Elder Bednar told us something funny and profound the other week. He said an Apostle was visiting a stake and was staying with the Stake President's family for the weekend. When he was going to bed the Stake President's kids crept over by his door and listened quietly to see how an apostle prayed.
They heard, "Dear Heavenly Father, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep, Amen."
Sac-religious? No. This man lived his prayers, and so his praying never stopped. He lived with a prayer in his heart and so the prayer to end his day way just a quick check in before he fell asleep. Lately, I've been focusing more on what I say in my prayers in the morning and all during the day and then keeping those things in my mind. As I work to fulfill the things that I've asked for, the power and likelihood of an answer is enhanced.
If I say, "Help me to find those people who are ready to receive me," you better believe I'll be diligently searching them out.
If I say, "Help me to live according to the power and authority of my calling," again, that effort to do so should be evident thereafter in order for that prayer to become effective.
I've seen the difference, I don't know why I never focused on it before.
I love you very much!
Stay salty my friends,
Elder Tyler Meidell





