Our favorite!

I am posting again today because I forgot about a funny incident in Kaitlin's e-mail from a weeks ago. I'll let her tell it in her own words:

Wednesday evening we were planning on teaching a man named José Dominguez, an old investigator that's been to church four or five times.  We made contact with him earlier in the week, and we were excited to teach him.  When we got there, a man that looked just like José walked out and told us that he was José's twin and that José wouldn't be back for awhile but had left the message that we could pass by another day.  Well, we weren't buying that.  Paraguayans have a way of making up some crazy stories just to avoid telling you "no".  When we asked him what his name was, he said, "My name's José Domingo Dominguez too, but they call him José and they call me Domingo."  Uh huh.  We walked away a little disappointed.  Hna. Hubbard's theory was that in his old age (he's over 60...not that old, but still), he had developed a dual personality.  It was kind of funny.

 

Later, on Sunday, Kaitlin and her companion were hurrying to church. They needed to get there because Kaitlin was supposed to speak. However, they had some things happen on the way to church and they ended up getting there late. Kaitlin still wasn't sure what she was going to speak about, so she was feeling a little stressed. Here is what she said:

 

I realized that Hno. Leguizamón was finishing up, and I had no idea what I was going to say for the last ten minutes of the meeting.  When the Bishop announced my name, I had a mini panic attack inside, but the Lord answered my prayer.  "Testimony" was the word that came to mind.  "Talk about testimony."  So I did.  I tell you, I don't even remember too well what I said.  I remember I shared an experience I had with bearing my testimony to a friend as a teenager.  I remember I shared Alma 32:17, 27-28 and talked a little bit about how to gain a testimony.  But I don't remember much more of what I said.  I do remember I was emotional.  I do remember feeling a lot of love for the ward.  I do remember that the chapel was quiet.  I do remember hearing myself express truth with a fluidity that I definitely do not possess, especially in the Spanish language.  And I do remember looking over at the doorway five minutes before my talk ended and seeing José Dominguez and his twin, Domingo, both walk in, smiling and waving at me.  That was the Lord's doing.  That was a miracle.  That sacrament meeting was an answer to prayer.  

 

That is probably our favorite mission story to date!