Miracles are by small and simple means.

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Sister Conley, 

Storytime for you. There was a time when I and Elder Kunz and I had been praying because of a dry spell. We had taught no one but expressed the joy of the Lord. Well while we were praying and studying one morning, at her time we were renting from a Saint, and at that time he had guests from Texas. It was at this time a woman knocked on our door and she asked to join us while we studied. For a long time, we talked and studied then the miracle came through. Our guest asked us, "I love all of this but I have one question. Who is Joseph Smith?".  We had no idea she was not a saint. Suddenly with a new joy, we taught about the prophet and the book that he brought to the world and she left with a copy of it. A week later the young woman joined the church.

Sister Conley, we were in our pajamas when we taught the Lord and His miracle of the Book of Mormon. Our hair was a mess but clearly the righteous do not see our imperfections on the outside but see our countenance and we had Christ on ours. She went home and sought to be like Christ because of our example. 

My dear cousin, pray always. The miracles of the Lord follow us and we need to see them and seek them out. The seekers of light of the gospel will find and see the light of Christ that you carry daily. You are a light on the hill with the Spirit of God. Hold that light high and you will see people come to you in droves. You will see miracles as big as those found in other countries. You are in a white field. Thrust in your sickle with all your might (D&C 4).

Have a great week. We love you and the work that you are doing. We pray for you.

Cousin Nathan

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