Ok, so here is some of my honest feelings. (Not that I don't share my honest feelings in my emails, but here's just a little nugget from my brain)
Every week, as missionaries we keep track of how many new people we meet up with to teach about Jesus Christ, how many of our friends who we meet with come to church, how many are progressing towards baptism etc. Every week we keep track of those things and we set goals so that we're motivated to stretch ourselves and be better. And it's a really good thing.
Well, I was stressing about this. I was thinking about how good of a missionary I am trying to be and I was thinking that, that meant we needed to have super great numbers. Anyone who has been a missionary before may understand what I mean.
I had a little experience this weekend that was a miracle and reminded me once again that it's not about numbers.
So, our amazing friend AlΕΎbΔta, has a hard life. Really, really hard. And she just had a family tragedy happen and honestly we were at our whits end because it seems as though Satan is working so, so hard on her at times. Or maybe she's one of the strongest souls ever and because of that she's going through the refiners fire. I truly don't understand. But here we were thinking, What can we possibly do for her to help and support her. She lives a far ways out of Prague and we'd never visited her before because she was more comfortable at the church. But, we asked if we could come on Sunday and she said yes. We had nothing we could give her except some origami flowers we made. So, we stayed up the night before and made flowers for her. we took our flowers and drove all the way out there and talked with her and pet her sweet dog and talked about how she'll see her brother again someday.
And I think it really meant a lot to her. I think she felt that we love her. She smiled and told us she was grateful and it was the best we could do, so that's all we did.
And it reminded me of why I'm here. I'm here to invite people to get to know Jesus Christ and to get to know Jesus Christ better myself. That means doing what Christ would do and He would take the time to go to His sister who was hurting really bad. And He would sit with her for awhile and tell her He loved her and that everything was going to be OK. And everything will be OK, because we have a Savior.
I feel like all these little things I'm learning are things I've already learned before, haha. But, that's how life is, I think. We learn the same lessons over and over again and God is really patient with us ππ
I love you all and I wish you a very happy week. A week filled with so many moments of joy!!!! I'm so grateful to be here.
Sestra Call π€ π
We went to a concentration camp about an hour from Prague. We got there with only a half hour before they closed but it was sobering to walk around even for a moment.
We ate some chocolate to celebrate Sister Zernzach's 6 month mark on the mission.
P.s.s. for everyone that I haven't responded to in a very long time, I'm so sorry, p days have been crazy π€¦♀️ know that I love you and will soon
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