In the Devner airport, on my way home from my mission in Mexico City in December 2004, I met a young woman named Amanda. She approached me because I was alone and without a companion. She had seen missionaries at her friend's house and had already met with them once and thought it peculiar that I was by myself. We talked for several hours about my mission and the gospel.Several months later I got a phone call from her telling me she had been baptized. She had called my mission to get my number. I was pretty excited. We have kept in touch as she has gone through many trials and many blessings since becoming a member. She has now been through the temple and will be getting married to a recent convert to the church.
Last week she came to Utah and invited me over to her friend's (who she introduced the gospel to and was later baptized) for dinner. I enjoyed meeting the missionaries who taught her, talking, singing songs, readings scriptures, and playing with these triplet girls. Too bad my Amanda was sick and couldn't be there.
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Cody, that is so neat. What an awesome thing to be a part of. Especially to see the lives Amanda has touched through sharing the gospel herself! Those are some of the sweetest feelings life has to offer.
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