First shout out to Elder Fisher for completing his mission! See you in
January! If I knew how to speak Russian I would say Love You, but I
don't so, Love You!
So, continuing story of Ryan Erminskin.
There is none, he didn't show up to that lesson, nor did he show up to
his baptismal interview. That's a good start to how this story begins.
You know, Sister Ard and I go to the church in hopes that Ryan will be
there for his interview.
He isn't.
We are in complete denial and just decide to wait ten more minutes
while we call some people. THEN we see a dirty white Chrysler 200
drive behind the church (that's what he drives). We were like, "no
way. NO WAY. NO WAY. It has to be him, it rained all day and so that's
why it's dirty because they had to drive from the res!"
But that white Chrysler 200 never pulled into the church, just into
one of the 17 pawn shops in Wetaskiwin. So then a few minutes later it
pulls out of the parking lot, and I say to sister Ard, "I'm following
it." So we pull out of the church parking lot into the mall, the car
is no where to be seen.
I turn to sister Ard and say, "Sister I am being directed by the
spirit currently, knowing not which way I should turn."
We go drive past where Ryan used to live and I just zoom past his
house, nothing.
We do one more loop around the mall and there is the mud-covered car.
In the McDonald's parking lot.
I was like, "sister. We must go in."
She said, "sister, we can't stalk him."
In my brain I am thinking, "there is no way in heck that we would just
find his car if it weren't for the spirit."
HOWEVER, we didn't go in. We got a drink from the drive through and
see his car drive past. There Ryan is in the back of the mud-caked
Chrysler 200.
We haven't heard from him since.
Another exciting story. Tornado watch. Sunday night.
We are tracting on Sunday night and we were determined to finish this
one Street, but every time we planned to go there, there would
literally be a giant storm. Every. Single. Time. So we see some storm
clouds a brewing and the spirit tells me, "Lex. Don't be an idiot, be
safe." But I'm like, "Nope. Gotta Tract."
So we do, we get to the end house and the lady says to us, "there's a
tornado watch on right now. You should be careful of that."
We look up in the sky and there are three layers of some of the
darkest clouds I have ever seen are rolling in at very high speeds.
I, for some stupid reason, decided that I should wear a little bit
taller of a heel than I usually wear that day. Man, I booked it from
the end of the street to where we parked our car - didn't sprain
anything though - talent. I get into the car and *DING* hail the size
of a golf ball hits our wind shield. *CLUNK* another one. Soon, it
seems like we are in the middle monsoon. We get into our driveway, and
I feel as if the windshield is literally going to break that's how mad
this hail storm was.
Another Testament that God is there and he answers prayers. We prayed
that hail would let up just a bit, so we could get inside without
getting pelted by golf balls. It seriously let up for 15 seconds, and
we made inside. We live with members who have a basement and they were
waiting for us to get there and brought us downstairs. 20 minutes
later, we decide it's probably safe we go upstairs. So I was finally
able to get to know the people that we live with from that experience.
I am thankful that Heavenly Father is so aware of me.
This week we were in supper and we saw a sign that said, "Sometimes He
calms the storm. Sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms the
child." That is most definitely how I felt in the storm. I love this
work and I love the Lord.
Sister Lexie Rex Fisher
305-8925 51 Ave. NW
Edmonton, Alberta T6E 5J3
Canada
Pics:
1. Hail
2. Lol, welcome to Wetaskiwin, welcome welcome welcome.
3. Our investigators kids, cuties.
4. Somewhere in the middle of the res
5. It's my first time seeing an American flag in 13 months. #USA
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