"Somebody Call 911"

lol this week ended with a bang. We had more friends come to church than I ever have on my mission, and we ended our night making a 911 call as we pulled out of that lot SWINGING. (So ya - throwback to my childhood for this song lyric by Sean Kingston.) Good thing my comp was an EMT. She's fit for those kind of things. This week I had a lot of epiphany moments. Sometimes we forget our purpose or how much God has blessed us, and he reminds us kindly and lovingly. Or sometimes, he smacks us upside the head. Either way, it proves effective. My first epiphany moment came in a lesson with Alicia. Wow. If you need a little recap, Alicia is our friend found randomly a month ago by Sister Larson on exchanges. She doesn't have a leg and reading the Book of Mormon helped her phantom pain. She was a truck driver in the past, and she has been coming to church the past three weeks and she loves it there. To her, it feels like home. Well, on Monday night, as I struggled to get back to work and find motivation after p-day, we had the most inspired lesson. A miracle straight from heaven. 30 minutes before the lesson, the spirit prompted me to text a couple in our ward (one of them got baptized a year ago) and ask them to join. I tried to brush it off because I hate asking last minute, but we went for it. The stars aligned, and they said yes. The second we got on the call, it just worked. They were already chatting like old friends and Mike and Modesta (our members) taught most of the lesson. We found out Alicia has driven past the Salt Lake City temple multiple times in her trucking days. At one point she goes "yeah all the truckers were just at the bar, but I was like 'no, why would I want to go there? I'm going to the temple' but they wouldn't let me inside. I asked to take a picture, and they said yes. I felt so honored." The lesson proceeds and Alicia and Mike and Modesta just keep chatting about the temple and baptism. By the end of it, this girl wasn't saying "if she gets baptized," no, she was saying "when she gets baptized." You better believe this entire time me and Sister Larson were on and off muting the phone so we could scream and dance and freak out over this. Nothing makes me happier than to see someone who wants that relationship with Jesus Christ. Some people are just ready to accept the gospel and listen to those feelings given to them by the Holy Spirit. My second epiphany came on Sunday. As I sat in sacrament meeting, looking around the room seeing our friends there, singing the hymns and interacting with our ward members, I was just amazed at how much my life has changed. A year ago when I started my mission, it was a struggle to get even one person to come. Back then, it was easy to put all the blame on them, but looking back, I realize how much more I could've done. Back then, I don't think I cared all that much, because I myself didn't even know why I needed church. Now, I know my Savior better. I know the power he brings into my life as I go to church to take the sacrament. I'm not afraid anymore to tell this to people. Me and Sister Larson have been working hard for months, refining our teaching and figuring out how to help people's needs be met, and how to help them see the blessings church will bring to them. On Sunday, I finally saw what can come from hard work. I had this moment where I was like "wow. I'm so insignificant. But the Lord is working through me." I'm so proud of anyone who is learning about this gospel, and fighting through the temptations satan throws to just get to church. And now, to my final and third epiphany. people. need. jesus. Me and Sister Larson were sitting in this dark parking lot, about to go into an apartment complex. We get out of the car, start walking, and suddenly hear shouting, and then banging. We book it to the car, and whip out of there. We drive past and see a man attacking this woman. I called 911 and got the police on the line, and Sister Larson told them the situation. In that moment, I felt so uneasy. I realized it was because the moment we were even near that situation, I felt the spirit completely leave. It was just empty. I never want to feel that because of my own choices. I want to do all I can to keep God with me. So there's my thoughts this week. Kinda clunky, and kinda random, but just how I feel. I'm filled with gratitude for my Savior. He is everything. Without him, I don't know where I'd be. He sacrificed everything for me, what can I give for him? what will you give? Don't forget that Jesus loves you, Sister Wallace Pics: 1. Our favorite gal, Alicia ♡ 2. At Sister Larson's fav place- Maverick 3. Cooking is better with a guitar 4. Lunch with my bestie