Missionary moments: Debt of gratitude

In 1969, my husband, Ben, was serving his last four years in Seattle before retiring from the U.S. Navy. We had three teenage daughters and a 5-year-old son.

One Saturday in june, Ben was invited to go fishing with a military buddy. I was not acquainted with the man's wife, Norma, but rather than stay home on a beautiful day, I went along. I soon learned that she had joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints three months before.

Norma and I spent the entire day talking about religion. She told me about Joseph Smith and bore her testimony to me. I was taken with her sincerity, but I was very skeptical. When we were leaving she gave me a few pamphlets, a Book of Mormon and "A Marvelous Work and A Wonder." She also aked me if we would accept a visit from the missionaries. I reluctantly said yes.

When we got home my husband asked about my day and I told him that all we talked about was her new church. That night I started to read some of the pamphlets and later "A Marvelous Work and A Wonder." A month went by and Norma stopped by our home. When she learned missionaries had not come, she used my telephone and called the mission home.

About a week later, two young men on bicycles arrived at our door, and we set a time for them to come back to visit. Three months later, five of us were baptized in in the Seattle 3rd Ward, Seattle Washington North Stake. We later went to the Oakland California Temple to be sealed as a family.

In 1972, my husband retired and we moved to Kentucky. We lost touch with Norma. In 1993, we moved to the Dallas, Texas, area. In 1998, we got a call from Norma. She had remarried and she and her husband were considering a move to the Dallas area. In resulted in them moving just 10 minutes away from us, and we were in the same stake.