How funny to think that I wrote this exactly 3 years before my first child was born, and 6 years before this date became infamous to the rest of the world.  One day on the calendar can vary so much over the years; from peace, to joy, to tragedy.  But even with all that has happened on every September 11th, it will never change that this day I felt blessed.  I felt peace.  I felt the Holy Ghost and saw as He testified to people that they are loved and that God is real.  Because, God is real.  He is real and he loves us through peace and joy and tragedy.  I know that!

11 Sept 1995

Today was such a good day.  We were fasting today, and I just felt so blessed all day.  First, we had an appointment with Maja.  She is great!  The Spirit was just so strong.  It’s kind of weird, because she doesn’t really know much about the Bible, or any religion.  She was raised without it, but she does believe in God.  She just lets off little comments about how she’s feeling the Holy Ghost, and she actually asked what she needed to do to be baptized.  I don’t think she’s quite ready yet, but that’s just with knowledge.  She is kind of scared to pray, but she feels the Holy Ghost and knows what it is.  But, hey, we’re here so that we can work together, and help her when she needs it.

The second appointment today was with Manca.  She’s just awesome, what else can I say.  I feel bad for her, because she is so confused right now.  I’m sure that she will come out of it soon enough, though.  I think her “side” as she said, that wants to believe, is stronger than her “old self”.  She knows she is working toward baptism though, and she just told us that she needs to make some changes and a firmer belief, but when she is ready, we will see it.  She is so right.  She already has changed tons, and it’s cool, because she knows it.

After that, we went to help Tanja move.  It’s going to be weird not having her here, but she didn’t pass her test, so she has nowhere else to go but home.  I think God has something else planned for her.  She just hasn’t figured out what it is yet.  

Then we met with the Bratič family.  Actually just Zarka.  I think she wants to believe, but she has a lot of concerns on the inside.  I think mostly with her family.  I’ll pray for her to have strength.  

Ok, I have to write about a couple things that happened yesterday.  Quick!  On our way back from tracting, we saw Jure on the bus.  It was so cool, especially because he’s just been on my mind and he was so excited to learn, that we had to see him again.  He also said that, for sure he would be coming Thursday for the fireside.  

Lastly, I had a freaking locust fly up my skirt!  AAGH!  I was standing at the bus stop and I felt something fly up, and boy did I ever start dancing.  Joj!  He stayed the whole freaking bus ride, and I didn’t even realize it until we were half the way walking home.  Then I felt it again, and looked inside to see what it was.  I think I screamed loud enough for the mission home to hear.  Well, it took me a while, but I finally got him out.  Phew!  GROSNO!

Ok, so this last story is emblazoned in my mind.  If you felt something on your leg, actually your slip, pulled the waist of your skirt out a bit to see what it was, and saw these big black eyes on a green head staring back at you, you’d scream too.  I actually had to coax him to jump up through the waist band and onto my shirt, and then flick him off.  This sucker was at least 3 inches long.  I’m not usually scared of bugs, but…