Hey y'all! It’s been a week that’s for sure. Lots of miracles though. We found some new people to teach and even had a lesson over Facebook video chat!! I also finished reading the Book of Mormon again this morning. I still have the same feelings I had a year ago reading it for the first time. The Book is true. We’ve been trying to serve a lot recently and it’s filled my soul with a lot of joy, peace, and comfort. One thing we’ve done this week to serve was rake leaves. There are a lot of trees in Oxford, let me tell ya. During the week we were doing some door knocking in a neighborhood and saw an older lady standing in her yard with her dog (tons of leaves). So we walked over to her and offered to come back on Saturday to rake her leaves. She said yes so we got her info and scheduled her in for Saturday. Well, we got to her house at about noon and started to rake. It was just Sister Keiser and I for about an hour and then the elders showed up to help as well. I was really loving it because it was my first time raking leaves! Well, a few hours later we finished the ladies yard. She was so grateful and said over and over again, “thank you, thank you, thank you”. We left feeling good about what we did and the spirit lifted our hearts. Well, yesterday we missed two phone calls from a phone number that we didn’t recognize. After church we listened to our voice mail and heard, “This is Karen. You raked my moms leaves the other day and I just wanted to thank you. I would like to talk with you so please call me back”. We called back and were able to talk with her for a few minutes. Karen shared with us that her mother has Alzheimer’s and that she is the only one that cares for her along with having a full time job. She told us that the other day while leaving her moms house she looked out at the front yard and just felt like she really needed to rake the leaves but knew she wouldn’t have time. That day she prayed and asked God for help. She said that when she found out we had raked the leaves it was an answered prayer. She said, “If God cares enough about my mothers leaves, I know that I don’t have to worry about anything else because he’s going to take care of it. This experience definitely affirmed my faith and I thank you so much”. It was such a sweet experience. As I shared last week, Heavenly Father knows all of His children and each and every one of us are precious to Him. He weeps with us when we are in pain and suffering and rejoices when we are happy. I love serving and the joy that it brings. It does more for me than I could ever do for those I serve. I want to share some verses from Matthew 25 and also a few verses of the hymn “A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief”.
Matthew 25
31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:
32 And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:
33 And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” verses 1 and 5
A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why
Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side.
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment--he was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.
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