Elders

It has been a rainy week here in good 'ol Washington... Surprised? Not me! Fortunately for me this turned out in my favor today. As I was cleaning up the toys in the living room, getting ready for the next wave; my son comes running in and says,

 "Mom! Missionaries"

"Huh?"

"The missionaries are at the door."

    As I open the door, my mind begins racing, has something happened, did I commit to something and forget? As far as I could remember I was good, so as I let them in they ask if we had already eaten lunch. We had, but I told them to come in and I would fix them something anyway. They promptly tell me they don't want me to have to cook something so anything would do.

I remembered the Pork Taco meat that was left over from Sunday dinner. As I am warming up the leftovers, I realize this was an answer to my very own prayers.  After writing my sister an email about the hardships of moving away I was really feeling sorry for myself.  She has also recently moved away,  so we have been swapping sob stories. Of course this only makes me feel so much worse, but I must  enjoy the torture, because our emails tend to be major downers. Anyway, after the elders arrived I instantly began to realize that my hardships are nothing compared to what these young men are going through. The last time we had them over for dinner they told us they usually run out of money which means they run out of food and that was why they had upped their dinner appointments...
SO, wheres the blessing for me in all this. Well, I know service warms the heart, and fills our cups. My cup has been pretty empty lately. Now again I am feeling a renewed purpose and its nice to know you helped someone elses day. I love the missionaries, infact Corey and I cannot wait to serve a mission, we want to serve on a military base because it was the couple missionaries that helped Corey get through the mental strain of Basic Training.
 In their usual fashion as the elders were leaving they asked me if Corey and I had found anyone to teach yet? (They challenged us to find someone by the 10th of this month) I told them we hadn't and in more of a joking manner I told them they should visit my neighbor. We have had a few issues with them and I said they could use the gospel in their lives. After they had been gone about 5 minutes the phone rang... Who do you think it was? The elders. They proceeded to tell me that they asked my neighbor if she would like to come see our church, and to their surprise she said Yes! Crazy!!! I guess it is me who needs the gospel in my life, here she was waiting to be taught and I didn't have the whatever to ask her! Yes I am crying, I cannot believe the everyday miracles that I am too dense to be part of. I truly do love the gospel, and have never had more missionary experiences in my life.

As much as I complain about moving away from Utah, I am so blessed and greatful for the opportunities I have here in the mission field.