Monday, June 8, 2015

Never Run Out of Love

This week has been incredible! Sister Croft and I have been praying so fervently for people to teach, and I tell you, they have fallen from the sky!

First, we get a call from our zone leaders giving us a referral. It's a family of three, a single dad and his two daughters. They've had a rough couple of years, culminating in him losing a leg and his wife leaving them. His name is Dwayne. He contacted a friend of his who is a member and told her he knows there is something different about our church, and he wants to be a part of it because his family needs it now more than ever.
I like him a lot. He makes us laugh. Sister Croft was sitting on the floor during one of our lessons so that she could show an object lesson. When she got up, she commented her foot was asleep. He said she could borrow his extra one, gesturing to his new mechanical leg that he didn't have attached to him currently. We laughed real hard. He is seriously so nice. He treats us like a father would, making sure we have water and urging us to be safe and make good choices, ha ha. He's going to fit right in in our ward family. :)

Last week, we were out biking when we met a young couple in the park, Garrett and Sabrina. As we talked, we learned that he's a member but stopping attending in his teenage years. She's not a member. They're expecting their first baby any day now. We shared the Easter video, Because He Lives with them and afterward, she confessed that she's been wanting to come to one of our services for a while now. We set up another appointment for this week. When we arrived, he seemed restless and asked some ferevent questions -  why do we believe the Book of Mormon is true? Why do we live the way we do? Why is it that he's never felt like he had a testimony?
He just didn't want to be treated like everybody else, I think. It seemed like he was pleading that we teach him individually and help himunderstand something he's never understood. I just felt so much emotion during that little meeting, as he told us that his life seemed so empty, that he was missing something and he didn't know what it was. I think he wants this to be what fills his empty spaces, but he's not sure how to make it work. It left me with some poignant emotions. I feel a lot of responsibility in my hands - knowing that what I have to share is of great value and importance, and yet not knowing exactly how to help him find it.
How do you convey something so deep and important? Spiritual things can only be learned individually, only through spiritual means. We told them to read from the Book of Mormon and pray - things that seem so simple, so small, and yet it is those very small things that change lives. I fasted for them yesterday, praying deeply that they would feel the Spirit as they embarked on this path.

Okay, funny story: One of our members texted us during church and asked us to come over later that evening to meet a girl they've been fellowshipping for a while now. We went at the appointed time, found the address and parked. As we were walking to the door, a stream of girls in swimsuits started coming out the door laughing and giggling. We said hello and they said hello back -  though they weren't very friendly. We continued to the door and knocked. After we knocked, I realized the house number said 3934 instead of 3534. We had the wrong house. D: He opened the door and didn't seem pleased to see us. We explained we had the wrong address and retraced our steps back up the driveway - past the girls who were laughing at us now. We found our members next door. They'd watched the whole thing from their porch, and they were highly amused. xD The whole situation was pretty funny. On the plus side the girl we went to meet said she had a lot of questions for us, and we now have a returning appointment for the coming week. :)

It's just been a week of miracles, friends.. I feel so amazed at the constant stream of tender mercies the Lord keeps sending to us. It seems at one point it should run out - but it never does. He still sends us people to teach, people who are searching. I've never loved being a missionary more than right now. Even with the heat and the awkward moments, it's worth every minute. They say this is your time to give to the Lord, but really I've given nothing. He's given me everything. It makes me think of the scripture in Mosiah 2:23-24

23 And now, in the first place, he hath created you, and granted unto you your lives, for which ye are indebted unto him. 24 And secondly, he doth require that ye should do as he hath commanded you; for which if ye do, he doth immediately bless you; andtherefore he hath paid you. And ye are still indebted unto him, and are, and will be, forever and ever; therefore, of what have ye to boast?
He blesses us every minute of every day. And when we do what He asks, He blesses even more. We're never out of debt to Him. And it's okay. He doesn't want us to repay Him. He just wants us to take the gifts we're given and become something more. He's a proud parent. He loves us so much for who we are, more than what we do. :)
I love you all. Even on the darkest days, remember you are loved by the greatest Being in the universe. :) Have a great week.
Love, Sister Ball

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