This past week I got caught up thinking about school plans and the stress of going home soon. Which led to, in an attempt to soothe my anxiety, I tried thinking about the things which will be good about going home. Soon I found myself drifting. Trying to clear my mind I opened up the copy of the Book of Mormon that I have been reading. To my surprise I saw a bookmark that I forgot that I had made a week or so back. It's letters few but message lasting, in all capital letters, read: "You Are Here." Looking with my spiritual eyes I read a message from the Lord. You are here. Not at home or school or anywhere else in the world, so nothing else should matter, except here. I was embarrassed as I realized how far I had drifted from what I should be worrying about. Yes there are times when matters from home come up but my purpose is here. There is a quote that I love that says we should "Be where [our] feet are." I don't know where it came from but I think it is a lesson that could apply to wherever our feet may be. The Lord has invested so much in us, not only getting us to where we are but in the responsibilities that we hold. My calling to be here in Los Angeles is just as important as whatever purpose you may be working towards wherever you are in the world. About 5 months ago when I was serving in Korea town we weren't seeing much success. We were diligent and doing everything in our power to keep moving. We occasional saw glimpses of light as we met new people or someone we had been visiting kept commitments. One of these glimpses was through a man named Juan. I believe the Lord has a sense of humor because Juan was led to one of the free English classes that we taught. He was led there on the very night that My companion and I made a prank call to some other missionaries. We called while they were busy talking to someone, knowing they wouldn't be able to answer the phone. We left a voicemail in a really rough voice with lots of heavy breathing. Sure enough not too long after walked in a man with a tube in his throat. The Elders who received the voicemail figured this was the 'man' who left the voicemail. My companion and I couldn't believe our eyes. After the class he expressed tons of interest in coming to church that Sunday and learning more about the Book of Mormon. We continued to visit him regularly throughout the weeks and soon enough he was preparing to be baptized. But due to his medical condition his doctors couldn't figure out a way that wouldn't put his life at risk that he could be baptized. Time passed and no answers were being found. It was so depressing seeing someone with such desire to learn and grow being hindered. Truly the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. Soon after I was transferred to Downey and I was expected to devote all my might, mind, and strength to this area. About two weeks ago I received word that President Weidman had been working closely with the Elders that had been assigned to Korea Town and, with the help of church leadership in Salt Lake, Juan was able to be baptized. It has been such a testimony to me that we all play a different part in the work of the Lord. Where ever we may be serving, Our piece of the puzzle is needed. I pray that we may do everything in our power to be led by the Lord to know where and what we are to be doing. I love the Lord and the opportunity he gives us to be a part of his plan.
Monday, June 22, 2015
6-17-15
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