missionary moment

My sister is a great missionary and she doesn't know it. It is surprising how often she walks up to strangers and invites them to her house. I never do that. She is so nice and friendly. I am usually quiet and keep to myself.

Today, while at walmart, I noticed a lady checking out the rice milk. About a month ago, I bought a case of it at Costco, hoping to trick Lulu into drinking that instead of cow's milk. It didn't work. So this milk has been sitting in my pantry ever since. I asked this lady if she wanted my milk and she looked at me a little funny and said maybe. I gave her my number and told her she would be doing me a service by taking it for her baby. I really didn't know if she would come or not.

A few minutes ago, she called and showed up at my door. She came to the door with a paper in her hand. I had hoped that she wouldn't try to pay me, but I thought maybe it was a check. It was a pass-along card from a baptist church. She just said she wanted to thank me and invite me to church if I didn't have a church already. I told her that I go to the Mormon church down the street. Immediately, I wondered if I had any cards downstairs. They are upstairs. So, I just said thanks and have a nice day to her.

Not really a missionary moment, but a moment of kindness to a neighbor that I didn't know. Maybe this will give me more courage to step out of my comfort zone and reach out to more strangers who could use a little friendship.