Monday we found a father and a mother. We wandered into an apartment complex, talked to a few folks, almost got in an argument with a drunk guy, then I turned around and knocked a random door. [The father] opened it and ushered us right in. They love their three, soon to be four, kids a lot. They have had a lot of struggles having them and taking care of them. Right now they are really worried about a child they are going to have prematurely. In fact, [the mother] is in the hospital right now. They really love their family, they really need help, and we were guided right to them. We were able to share with them the message of the Restoration, and tell them the family they care so much about and work so hard for, can be together forever, if they follow God's plan. We are excited to continue teaching them.
Tuesday we were blessed with four lessons and we got to eat some great Mexican food and invite some less-active members to church under a cataclysmic thunder storm.
Wednesday I got a taste of the Houston TX freeway system. For Elder Moore and I to get to new missionary training we first had to take I-45 to Pasadena to pick up more missionaries. To avoid the toll-taking Beltway 8 we just rode on the feeder until we got to highway 225 which we took almost all the way back home where we got on the I-610, over the harbor we got on I-10, accidentally highway 88, then back on the I-10 all the way to Beltway 8 again, which we took for a really long time, finally arriving at the Summerwood chapel.My trainer Elder Jones is the AP so it was fun to see him at the training. We wizened up a little on the way home, just taking the feeder of Beltway 8 the whole way, but then we had to pay all sorts of money (1.75) to get over the behemoth of a bridge.
Thursday we taught a long-time less active member who loves feeding the missionaries. He looks back at his time in the church with fondness. He misses the Spirit and peace he had, but isn't really willing to do anything to have it back. His main concerns are his work and caring for his very ill mother. After reading in Moroni 4 about the covenant we make in the Sacrament, and Spirit we get as a result, he expressed to us his feeling that God had called him to focus on his mother. We had been thinking about Martin for a long time; we felt impressed to share Mathew 19:29.
I felt the Spirit as we reminded him of the expectations God has for him. And using 1 Nephi 3:7 we promised him that God would provide a way for him to do it all. He can take care of his mom and keep his covenants. I know that to be true.
Friday at zone meeting I had been feeling really discouraged. So many things are asked of us. I am still so very imperfect. There yet again I was being reminded of so many things I don't seem able to do. Soon the Spirit taught me something I hope to never forget. I was reminded that there was someone even more concerned with the success of my mission than myself. Someone who, even more than I do, want me to learn, to grow, to bless, to serve, to baptize, and to bring others to Christ. And that same person is likely working much harder than I am to make it happen. I had forgotten, like I had so many times before, that my Heavenly Father has to be part of this work. Because it is His. He'll take care of it.
Saturday I had loads of fun spending an exchange back in my old home of Pasadena. Elder Ek , our zone leader, and I enjoyed a bunch of teaching, contacting, and chicken eating. In a complicated twist we came back into my area to talk to the Spanish mother of a girl the English sisters are to baptize. She is very catholica. But when I whipped out "Mi Familia" you sent me she got a big grin on her face and let us make a return appointment. Families are a big deal.
Sunday brought some disappointing church attendance for our investigators and less-actives. God respected our work, however, and sent a really nice man we don't know who lives in our area just right through the front door. We'll teach him on Tuesday.
So the work continues. It doesn't matter what happens, where we serve, how long we've served, with whom we serve, in what language, in what weather, God's work continues. I'm glad to be included in it. The other Elder Decker in our mission is some long lost cousin I'm sure. He was a English missionary who once served in my exact same area, confusing members, investigators, and door contacts.
I send you just about every picture I take (meaning hardly any) which means I need to repent and begin taking more pictures and sending them.