Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Miracles Happen as We Open Our Mouths

Out on my mission I have just become so obsessed with seeing new pictures and paintings of the Savior Jesus Christ. I thought I had a great respect for art and music before, but that respect has deepened as I have often pondered and thought about the message the artist tries to convey through his painting. There is such a calmness and peace that comes with starring at pictures of the Savior. One of my favorite ones growing up was of Jesus Christ pulling a young girl up onto the rock he was standing on as he crossed a river. I loved that picture so much because it makes me think about how much our savior Jesus Christ loves us, and how he is always pulling us and pleading with us to move in the right direction towards him.

A miracle that happened this last week was with someone who has become quite a phantom in our apartment complex. Sister Farnsworth and I met this person one night as we were getting dropped off from an appointment. The senior missionary who was with us named Sister Graham saw this person and commented on the cute yellow bug she drove around in. They hit it off right away and Sister Graham gave her a pass along card and told her that we were her neighbor and we would be bringing by a treat for her sometime in the next week. Sister Farnsworth and I were eager to meet her and talk to her more. She was very kind and nice. The week came by and we made cookies and had everything set for her. We knocked on her door and she wasn't their. For the next few months she would become the "phantom" investigator to us. We would constantly see her buzzing in and out of her apartment at odd times in the day, especially when we were about to leave our apartment and didn't have time. Or when we were getting home and it was too late. HOW IN THE WORLD were we ever going to meet up with this person? It was impossible. Well, the miracle is this: just this last week as Sister Dieter and I got home from grocery shopping she was in the parking lot waiting in her car. Sister Dieter and I walked into our apartment to drop off our supplies for the week and I turned to Sister Dieter and said, "We have to go talk to her now! We are going to miss her again!" So we went outside and had a really awkward contacting situation telling her that we were her neighbors and that we wanted to stop by and get to know her more and bring her some cookies. I don't think that would have worked with just any other contact. I mean, who lets two random girls set up an appointment with them after only meeting them once. But she said yes and we are planning on stopping by her house later this week. The point of the story is that we need to talk with everyone. We have no idea who is ready to accept the Gospel and who is not. We are all children of our Heavenly Father and he loves us very much. Our Savior provided a way for us to be able to return to our Heavenly Father through his atonement. Why can't we help others along the way as we try and help better ourselves? There are miracles behind sharing the Gospel. This is his work, and the Lord will aid us in our efforts as long as we pray and seek to recognize those missionary opportunities.

Remember that it is because of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that all things are possible. Because of him we can be with our families forever, we can have eternal life, and we can be made clean through his love and his infinite atonement.

Saturday, May 10, 2014


There is someone I have been thinking about a lot lately. Looking back at my life I ponder and think about all the times that I have fallen and got a boo boo. The many kisses that were applied to make it feel better. The daily bed time "tuck ins" where you were wrapped so tight in your covers you felt like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Then when we approached the teenage years, the head clashing, the constant feeling that she was controlling my life and I needed to breath. But in the end, she was right and knew what would make me happy. She knew all of these things because of her own experiences in life, and the trials and troubles that she had gone through. Even in my darkest moments when my world felt like it was about to shatter, it was always mom that knew what to say and do. I am grateful for the example that my mother has been in my life. It is because of the wonderful role models and ancestors I have had, that has influenced my decisions in life. If it were not for these wonderful people, I would not even be a fraction of the great person that they have been to me. I often think of our Heavenly Father being like that. He is always watching us, worried and disappointed when we make a wrong choice. But loving us unconditionally in the end. Our Heavenly Father, much like our parents knows each and every one of us. He does not give us commandments to make us miserable or unhappy, much like my teenage years with my mother. But he gives us them because he has had those same experiences and he knows that we will be happier by following them in the end.
I am grateful to be able to look back on my life and see all the wonderful things that my mother has done for me and protected me from. I am thankful for the sacrifices she has made in her own life to give me the life she thought I deserved to have. I am grateful for my mom who stood on her feet everyday and worked until seven at times, just to pay for my school books and new clothes. I love my mom, and I would advise anyone who is reading this to send a letter or make a phone call to their mother to show just how much they appreciate them. Whether we like it or not, our mothers are the one's who gave us an example of who we wanted to be. They taught us to dream bigger than we were. I love my mom, and I can not tell anyone enough of how much she means to me and the example she has been. I am grateful for two wonderful parents. And I am also thankful to my Father in Heaven for giving me such amazing parents.