The power of my eyes.

When I pray for missionary opportunities, I think my prayers will be answered in the form of teaching with the sister missionaries, sharing my testimony, being a good example, or lifting another person's burdens. The last thing that came to my mind when thinking about missionary opportunities was my eyes.

Last week, I was sitting at work in my little kiosk talking on the phone when this Mexican guy walked past and winked and waved at me. I was flattered, but honestly, a little weirded out. I noticed him conveniently shopping in all the stores that surround my kiosk. About thirty minutes later, this same young man and his friend came up to my kiosk as I was filling a cartridge and started asking various questions about refilling. He finally said, "OK, I know nothing about cartridges, the real reason why I came was because I wanted to tell you that you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen." Of course this was all said in a Spanish accent. He introduced himself as Diego. After our formal introduction, w continued to talk about various topics. Mostly the usual "get to know you questions." But then, our conversation turned to families which I love talking about because I have a wonderful family, but sometimes I'm a little hesitant because not everyone has the same happy childhood and family life that I've been blessed with so it can make for an awkward situation sometimes. He asked where all of my siblings were located. I mentioned that my little brother was living in Florida. He asked why and when I said that he was serving a mission he said, "Oh, so you're Mormon!" I then invited him to church and he said he'd come. What really impressed me about Diego is that his English is superior. I don't think that Mexicans are any less intelligent than Americans, but sometimes the language barrier is an issue to understanding jokes, especially my lame jokes. Diego is really good at understanding and he's actually pretty witty. We talked for another twenty minutes and just before he left he invited me to a movie the upcoming week. I agreed and he left. I was a little unsure if he'd really come to church or not the following Sunday, but he sure did. I was a little nervous when he came because it was combined Sunday School, then combined Priesthood and Relief Society. He could only stay for those two because he had work. Our lessons weren't exactly "first Sunday at a Mormon church" material. One lesson was on obeying the law and being a good citizen and the other lesson was given by the Stake Patriarch about the scattering and gathering of Israel. I didn't even understand it, so I knew he was completely lost. He handled it very well I think, and he said he'd come back again, so that's a good sign.

Since last week, I've just heard from him via text message through the week up until yesterday. He came to visit me at work. I was extremely busy yesterday at work so needless to say I was a little rushed/stressed/annoyed. He was very attentive and could see I was busy and didn't have time to talk, so he left. He came back about forty-five minutes later with roses!!! He said, I know you are a little stressed and I just want to make you smile. He is extremely thoughtful. I invited him to come to church again this week, we'll see if he comes. This experience taught me that God really does answer our prayers in mysterious ways. Even if that way is through my gorgeous eyes!