thinking back on these last few weeks, nothing truly out of the ordinary has happened. i feel like every post i've made has something worth while to explain or write about... but all that has happened lately are goodbyes! EVERYONE IS LEAVING ON THEIR MISSION! i have been to at least 10+ farewells in the past month. it's incredible to see the Lords work moving forward. it truly is, in these last days, when the Word of God will spread to every nation, tongue and people. i'm so proud of all the missionaries going out! they will do amazing things.
lately, i've been feeling like answers to my prayers come in all different ways and meanings. as in, one day i receive an answer, and the next it's a completely different answer from the day before. i've concluded with this idea;
i really believe that this is what may be happening. Heavenly Father trusts us enough to make a choice that will be right EITHER way. either way, something will go right for YOU. no matter which choice, something good will come of it. it brings a sense of comfort and peace thinking of it that way, wouldn't you agree?
i believe that Heavenly Father wouldn't allow us to keep going in the wrong direction for too long. He cares too much. He allows the Savior to help us and guide us along. even though we may stumble, our Savior picks us back up, brushes us off and tells us to keep moving. Christ is our source of strength in this marathon of the Lord God.
i love this gospel. i'm so grateful for the little incidents and experiences in life that strengthen my testimony, no matter how small. the simple things. this past saturday, i went with my missionaries sister to help babysit their niece and two nephews. during the time there, one of the little boys eyes were bothering him a lot, so he started to cry and came to me for help. he seemed to have an infection, so i told him we'd go find a wet washcloth to wipe his eyes. he followed me around and started asking me questions like, "have you had this before? did it hurt you to?" "did you use a washcloth this same size?" "did you use the same color?" "will this hurt forever?" my heart! with the saddest little look in his eyes, he was begging me to make the pain stop. i teared up as he laid his head on my lap and held onto me as i put the washcloth to his eyes.
i began to think of Christ's love for these little children... for all little children. i even felt a motherly love as i held this little boy and wished i could do more to help him. i pondered the love that our Father in Heaven has for each of us. how He loves us, every single one, and just wants us back.
i then thought of all the children being born and how they are saved for these last days; the strongest! the most valiant! someday, even my own will be more valiant and stronger than me, and that's all i hope for.
i can't wait to be a mother! the gift of motherhood is wonderful and i'm so excited to hold my baby boy, or baby girl, look into their eyes and realize how special they are. to realize that they just left the presence of God and He trusts me enough to raise them. i pray that my children will continue in righteousness. i pray they will be so much better than i am. i pray they never forget who their Father in Heaven is and how much He loves them.
thanks for reading this month:) these are the creative "months he's been gone" pictures i was explaining before. they're so fun!
one month = one key to my heart
two months = M+J
three months = three words
four months = four flowers (he gave me)
five months = three sweatshirts + two of his hats
i love him and miss him to death!! only one more month until half a YEAR!:) i can do this. ♥
