If I ever thought I was just going to ride out my mission for these last few weeks, Heavenly Father quickly humbled me. So this past week Wendy did not get baptized, in fact she won't meet with us anymore. She sat us down and went strait Baptist on us, with her Bible verses and wouldn't even let us have a chance to help resolve her concerns. For a good 30 minutes we just had to sit there and take it and see someone we love retract every good feeling and experience they had with the church. It broke my heart. It surprised us both, but it wasn't the first time something like that happened to me, and honestly in that moment when so much negativity was being thrown at us, all I could say was "I know that the Book of Mormon is true." And those things that were being denied, I never knew stronger in my life that they were all true, I was so sure. I felt such peace knowing that in that moment, if nothing else, at least I knew. I think this is the unique sense of happiness everyone talks about; that even when things are hard and not at all what you expect, you can know in your heart, that what you are doing is right. And to make matters even better, our other BCD Tristan dropped us the same day. At that point I just had to laugh. My mission has helped me see that I can face all my trials with happiness, and at the end of the day all that matters is that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true. It doesn't matter what I suffer or deal with, because God is real and the Book of Mormon is true, so really what else matters?
I have been praying a lot this past week to help me see why I am here these last few weeks, why I needed to be here. And as I looked at my companion and saw how hard it was for her to see Wendy and Tristan go, I saw the reason why. These last few weeks were not about me, my mission has never been about me. In so many ways it has been about the people around me, especially those closest to me. I saw that I was needed to be here for Sister Boyce. I was there to love her and reassure her that it was all true, and just because someone walks away from it, it does not change the truthfulness of the path we walk.
This past week was hard, probably one of the hardest weeks of my mission to be honest. But as I was reflecting upon it last night, I could truthfully say, "This week was a good week." I felt that. I knew that. I know that the afflictions I bear are swallowed up in the joy of Jesus Christ.
Love Yall! See you in a week!
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