Experience shared by Elder Dustin Larsen
I remember coming in as a young missionary, ready to work
and see tons of baptisms along the way.
As time went by, my work ethic continued to get stronger and more
effective, but the baptisms never came.
It wasn’t until January 16, 2010, almost a year into my mission, when I
saw my first baptism. It was an older
lady named Osada. I refer to her
as my “Japanese grandma”. I love Osada
san with all my heart and am so blessed to be a part of her conversion.
I worked with her for six months and after all that needed
to be done was finished, she was baptized.
I remember walking into the font with her, saying the prayer word for
word, immersing her into the water and lifting her up.
What happened after that though, is something I’ll never
forget. I escorted her out of the font
and I remained there alone for about 30 seconds. In those 30 seconds I looked up towards heaven
and felt God’s love stronger than any other time in my life. I knew that God
lives and what we do is true. I will
never forget that special witness after Osada san’s baptism.
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