So you might notice that I have two pictures of the annual Bunny Cake!
Brother Newman over heard me talking about how every year my family makes a bunny cake and decorates it. He went home and told his wife and she knew exactly what it was! So they made one for us!!!! Isn’t that the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard! I walked in and saw it and was like how did they know!?!?! The members have now noticed that I’ve been around the block for a lil while haha!
We met an excited dog that reminded me a lot of Gracie Jane – she peed on my foot! 🙂
So we were about to leave this apartment complex like in the car and
honestly I was dreading the next place we were going so I was like hey
let’s knock a few more doors here! So we knocked half a building
decided we would skip the next half, moved to the next building and
someone told us we should try the exact half we had just skipped. So
we did and we found someone! Heavenly Father could of just had us
finish the building, but instead he used one of His children as an
instrument and confirmed just so much more to me that He had been
preparing this Kenneth that we met! I’m not sure I would have given
all I did if I hadn’t of gotten the referral! Our Father guides our
Marie this week was so funny! Y’all she is 102 and we arm wrestled
and she totally won! I need to do more push ups! And I asked her to
guess my age and she thinks I look around 70😂😂 this mission is aging
me! I sure do love her and her love for Christ is so inspiring! I hope
someday when I remember nothing, I continue to remember Christ.
Mary’s kitchen this week was fun! After people got their meals we
passed out socks and candy for Easter! The people are so grateful and
kind. We did a district finding activity at a park on Easter. We put
questions about Jesus in eggs and if they tried they got candy! The
only ones who participated where children…go figure. But is the best
thing to teach a child about Christ! You can just tell it hits home
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile:
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two!” “Only two?
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three—” But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, “What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow. Ing.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,
And going, and gone!” said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand
What changed its worth.”
Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game—and he travels on.
He’s “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone.”
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand