To end our P-day, Elder Walker and I joined forces and conquered his
area on foot for a day. He used his youth and zeal to inspire me to new heights
of thought. We met several people who were quite interesting. One of which, was
a superb artist and showed us around his house of incredibly detailed and beautiful
paintings. He even painted a portrait of some bald Star Trek dude and mentioned
he was a Trekkie and Star Wars fan like me - yay! He had several paintings of
Native American Indians and chiefs to which I attempted to guide the
conversation towards their principle ancestors, the Lamanites of the Book of
Mormon. It's super fun to determine how to transform casual conversations into
Gospel-related dialogues. Oh, the many hobbies of a missionary.
For for this cause was the gospel preached also to them that are dead, that they might be judged according to men in the flesh, but live according to God in the spirit. (1 Peter 4:6) |
When we exercise faith in the Lord enough to allow Him to perform
miracles, that is when they happen. Not only after all we can do. An experience
near the end of my week also elaborated this point.
As the subject line of this email suggests, I came down with a case of
the stomach flu from about Thursday to Saturday. When my pains began on
Thursday, I attempted to fight the cold myself by gagging myself with the
dreaded pink stuff (Pepto Bismol), downing vitamin C left and right
(practically like candy), and eventually setting aside my pride and coming into
rest for a time. Despite all my efforts I was still feeling the discomfort of
some abominable monster pounding at my insides. I referred to this being as my
enemy, a "tummy ape." (lol - Mom, you and David know what I'm talking
about).
So, as we always should do first,
I turned to the Lord and placed my faith in Him and His powers. Similar to
Enos' experience, "my soul [ached]; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own [stomach]." I also requested a
blessing from my dear companion and a member. As I "waited upon the
Lord," Sunday morning came and even though I began fasting that very
morning, "my joy was as exceeding as was my pain" and I could
"remember [my pains] no more."
I learned a great lesson this week about faith. I invite everyone who
reads this to answer the question for themselves - what does it mean to you personally to
have faith in the Lord? Are you, like me, just going to the Lord after you
exhaust your own efforts, or can we all use the Lord's enabling powers a little
more to the fullest? I know that Jesus Christ has power to do anything and so
do we with God.
I know that I can be more diligent in trusting the Lord that He can and will
help me do all things.
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