I decided to celebrate with fireworks, per the usual, but the kind that go off in my heart, not in the sky because of how strong the spirit was when we taught Sayra on Wednesday.
She has been prepared for this gospel. One of her childhood friends is the daughter of Sister Mendoza in Lingsat ward. She has even attended institute in the past. We met her through a Book of Mormon contact in front of her house a few weeks ago and she invited us to come back. We've taught a few lessons since then. We had an especially beautiful lesson last Wednesday. At the start of the lesson she confessed to us that she has been asking God to know if this church is true and has yet to receive an answer. Thus started a really beautiful discussion on recognizing the Holy Ghost. At first she was struggling to recognize it but by the end of the lesson, she sensed many of the ways it can be felt. When Sister Mendoza shared an experience about reading the Book of Mormon with her husband Sayra got the chills and she point out she wasn't sure why. She said she has felt joy as we've shared and as she's prayed in the past. The Holy Ghost brought two experiences to her remembrance one of which occurred earlier that say when she was able to talk to her mother with patience and a forgiving heart, which she hasn't been able to do in a really long time with her mother. At the end of the lesson Sister Porter and I looked in her eyes testified of the love we know God has for her and her family. She started crying and said she didn't understand. We told her like all the other signs, it was the Holy Ghost.