Monday, October 14, 2013

Two Miracles for Two Months of Service

A mission is a horribly wonderful, tragic, amazing, heart-wrenching, spirit-lifting thing. 

On a mission, the pains are deep, but the joys are sweeter than any joy you've ever known. The most amazing part of it all is that the happiness you feel as you labor in the Lord's vineyard is so consuming and uplifting that you are able to turn back to the times of sorrow and question why you ever felt that way. 

This past week is a perfect example of that. We had transfers this week, and as a result, things were super slow. But when the time came to go out and work hard to make up for the time lost, noooooobody was home.

Fabulous, right?

Miracle #1: When things seemed their bleakest, we stopped at a store we have in the area to follow an impression Sister Herring had had for the bulk of our day out. We were then able to have an amazing lesson with the cashier at the store. Sisters in the area have been trying to teach this lady for moooooonths, because she really is the sweetest lady, and for whatever reason, that night was finally the perfect night for things to move forward. We told her about how God truly loves and cares about her specifically, and how the Book of Mormon would allow her to feel that love as she learns more and more about Him and His desire for her. 
Miracle #2: Last night, we knocked on a door that Sister Herring really wanted to try because they had lots of pretty decorations up, and while we had knocked on the door before (they hadn't answered), we figured that trying again couldn't hurt. This time the lady that lives there opened the door and invited us in to teach her and her husband our message. They hadn't really heard a lot of fabulous things about the Mormons or our church...despite that, they were very receptive to the Spirit that was present as we taught them about a young man's humble prayer to our Father in Heaven that was answered so that we could have the chance to accept the Lord's restored truth today. As we walked away from their home, we realized that we had forgotten to give them our number (you really can't blame us. We walked out in a miracle-induced haze) and when we came back to give them our number we found the husband at their dining room table, already reading from the Book of Mormon.

I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am to be apart of this mighty work. Miracles are things that just become a part of the life of a missionary, as you do the work with an honest heart, full of love for those that you serve. 

I love my trials, and I love my miracles. They stand equal in my sight, because with out the trials, the miracles are never wrought. 

"It is your reaction to the adversity, not the adversity itself, that determines how your life's story will develop." --President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

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