Wednesday, June 18, 2014

letter sixty.four 06.16.14 "Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me."

It feels like I just wrote yesterday. I cannot believe how fast the time is going. It's a bit scary actually. But at least the time going by fast means that the work is good and that my companion and I are getting along. I love her so much. Sister K and I will be sisters forever. She is awesome. She is soo bold. Like crazy bold sometimes, but it's good. 

We had some great teaching opportunities this week. We have amazing investigators. We're working with almost all young woman age girls and it is so good. It's the perfect age to learn about and accept the gospel into your life. They have an amazing young woman's program here as well, which makes it even better. I love working with them. One of my favorite lessons this week was with the “netball girls” (they are sisters). They are so good. We talked with them about the Book of Mormon and the power it can have in their lives. It was powerful. We also invited them to be baptised and they said yes! They're so excited for it. It's amazing to see two girls so prepared. Also the young women are fellowshipping them like crazy. It's so good. And our investigators are fellowshipping each other as well. It's so good. 

One of the experiences I loved was when we went to an investigator’s home and she looked down. We were chatting about life and she opened up about some really hard things that were happening. She said she wasn't sure if she could handle all of this religion and everything else. I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew that the wrong thing to do was to turn from God. I felt God's love for her so strongly. I felt like I might cry. I just hugged her and she just cried. Then the Spirit led us to share Matthew 11 and to tell her to give her burden to the Lord and that He would provide for her. It was beautiful. We also had a lesson with her family in a member's home and it was amazing! They were the perfect fellowshipers in helping them all feel loved and encouraged. It was so good. I love this ward. 

We also had a lesson with this young less-active couple. They are in a hard spot and I really wasn't sure how to confront the situation. So I tried to really listen with love and with the Spirit. As I did I felt a deep love wash over me for them. God knows them and feels the pain that they have gone through because of their wrong choices and He wants them back. I felt the words and things to say come to my heart and my mind. I know it wasn't me at all. God knows them perfectly and He knows what to say to them. I am just so thankful that I got to be a small part of that and feel that love for them.

Then on Sunday I was sick, I still am. It's nothing too bad, but my body is just worn out. I didn't have strength. I felt like I was going to pass out through all of church and it was taking every ounce of my energy to greet and talk with people, which normally comes very naturally and easily to me. I felt exhausted. I also started having a little bit of down feeling. I started thinking that the ward probably just loves Sister K because she's so fun and I just felt so not fun that day. 

But then we went to a baptism for a child in the ward and we were sitting by our investigators. I was on the outside edge and still feeling a bit off. Then these adorable girls from the ward came up and sat by me. This one little girl who's eight snuggled up to me and just started playing with my hair and my hand. I instantly felt so loved. I knew that God sent those beautiful little girls to tell me that He loves me and is watching out for me. It was just what I needed.

Then a woman came up to tell us how much she loves us both and how much the ward loves us and is happy with the work we are doing. It was another way of Heavenly Father telling me, "I love you." I really do know that my Heavenly Father loves me. I am so thankful for the love that I feel so consistently on my mission and really throughout my whole life. I truly am "encircled about eternally in the arms of His love."


I love you all!


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