So my companion is Hermana Henderson. She arrived from the MTC last Wednesday. She is waiting for her Visa to Spain. The Bilbao mission, which is the mission that will be dissolved in July. So she's thinking that she will be in the Barcelona Mission. Pretty exciting! How's that, Tani? I'm making my mark in your mission too:) Anyway, she is a wonderful missionary. She is way more willing to talk than I was when I first came. Unfortunately, she's figured out who understands english and who doesn't, so when she feels like she can't say something in spanish she just starts talking to them in english. We're going to work on that one. I have to tell you about a huge miracle that happened. So there is this family in the ward and the dad isn't a member, but he goes to church every Sunday and even leads the music in sacrament meeting. We scheduled a Family Home Evening with them on Monday and when we got there, his mother was also there. They had asked us a few weeks earlier if we could teach the plan of salvation to her because her husband just died and she has been afraid lately of spirits and weird stuff. It was good she was there, because I couldn't decide between teaching about the Restoration or the Plan of Salvation even when we were walking up to the door. So when I saw her sitting on the couch I took that as my decision. We started into the plan and I had all of the drawings laid out that I had made and everything was going well. We almost got to the end and then the lesson got really hard. Everyone started asking all of those deep questions that you don't want to have to deal with. The miracle was that, as they were asking the questions there were a bunch of scriptures that were coming to my mind. My favorite about it, though, was that it wasn't just random references that the spirit was telling me. It was all of the scriptures that I have learned since I've come on my mission. I'm pretty sure that the Lord used all of the experiences that I had had before to prepare me for the questions they were asking. I've never been good for remembering where to find scriptures, but the spirit was definitely bringing things to my remembrance. AMAZING! Then, the man starting saying that he didn't think it was fair that you had to be a mormon to get into the Celestial Kingdom. Normally, I would have started explaining about God as a just God and a little bit about the mercy that we get, but I felt like I should start talking about humility. Interesting... So we shared the scripture in Mosiah 3:19 about how we have to be willing to accept the will of our Father because He knows what is best for us. It totally changed the mood of the lesson and this man started opening up completely. He told me that he wasn't mormon and I replied by saying, "I know." He just smiled. We had a very good conversation and more scriptures were shared and then I invited him to read the Book of Mormon with the intent of knowing if Joseph Smith was a prophet. He told me that he had already read the book, but just as another book and not with real intent. Long story short, HE'S GOING TO READ IT AGAIN! With real intent this time. I could tell how excited the rest of his family was. It was the hardest, but most rewarding lesson, ever. I know that the Lord helped us and He continues to direct this work. I love being a missionary! Pray for the next lesson that we have with him. After we had finished he thanked us for teaching him and I told him that it was fun and that he had really good questions. He said, "Oh, don't worry, I have lots of those." Oh no... So I told him that I would do my best to answer them for him, but that I wasn't a very smart missionary so I might have to write his questions down and study them to be able to answer most of them. Luckily, he said, "Don't worry. I know that not everyone can answer every question." Whew! Then he told me that I was very intelligent. Nice! That made me really happy. I know it's not true, but it tells me that he appreciated the answers that he got.

I love you all and hope you have a wonderful week!

Love,
Hermana Larsen