This week God decided it was time for me to step up my game
a little bit and grow. AKA- trials.
The beginning of this week Sister Pinkston and I were just
NOT progressing, and neither were our investigators! Our lessons were
confusing, the spirit wasn't there, we were blanking on what to do and I was
getting SO frustrated. After a particularly hard day, I finally just knelt down
and prayed to my Heavenly Father for some serious help. I knew that Jesus
Christ had felt my every struggle, and that because He suffered for me,
He knew how to help me. I prayed to be able to draw on the enabling power
of the atonement. After a few tears and a mini pep talk, I got up off my knees
and decided that I would face the day with a smile- no matter what happened.
On this day, we were especially lost because our all day
meeting had been cancelled due to tornado warnings everywhere. We had
absolutely NO plans now. We spent a good 3 hours doing our weekly planning, but
every time we came back to what we were going to do that day, we drew a blank.
Finally, it was time to leave and get to work but we still had no clue what we
were going to do. We drove out to the country side (the middle of nowhere) and
started walking around trying to find people. Knocking doors isn't fun... but I
was determined to make it a good day. LUCKILY, God liked this plan of mine and
blessed us with amazing weather. Every door that was shut in our face
came with some sort of optimistic way for us to look at it. I don't know what
it was, but it felt like nothing could tear me down. As my mood
lifted, so did our success. We eventually got to a part of the country where we
met three different people with some very open hearts and homes. We called
one just the other day to schedule an appointment to go back and teach her, and she told us she had thought about us everyday since we had
come!! There was just a pleasant feeling in the air that day. Sister Pinkston
later said it was the best day of knocking she's had on her whole mission! I
learned that even when I don't have a plan or I don't know what I'm doing, God
does. If I put my trust in Him, walking by faith, He will direct my path. He
did it that day, and I know He will continue to do so everyday if I but
exercise faith in every footstep.
We ran into this old phone booth, I just couldn't NOT check it out! |
Okay so I have a secret... I actually am not a fan
of southern food. It's too hearty and gritty. How embarrassing! LOL. What I am
a fan of though is general conference this week! I could feast on THAT
all day everyday! If you didn't get a
chance to feast on the words of the prophet and apostles definitely
go to lds.org and do so. I loved when Elder
Ballard talked about member missionary work. If you or your family don't
already own a copy of Preach My Gospel then get one!! I
definitely plan to study it alongside the Book of Mormon with my own family
someday.
Speaking of the Book of Mormon, I had a chance to start it
over this week. I didn't even make it to the first chapter in the
book before I could feel the spirit testify to me that it was all true. I wish
I could describe the feeling. It's just kind of an excitement in my soul. An
anxiousness to learn the truth, and an enlightenment. For me, the Book of
Mormon is how God witnesses that everything I know is true. If you are
struggling to know for yourself what is right, what your purpose is, or any
other soul searching question- the Book of Mormon is your gateway to receiving
divine revelation and answers from God. I know that because I know the Book of
Mormon is true. I also know that wherever there is truth, there the Spirit of
the Lord is also. We will WANT to change our lives to bring them in closer
harmony with the Saviors teachings. God loves His children.
I can testify of that because this past Friday, none of our
appointments worked out and we were at a loss. With an hour left before curfew,
we felt inspired to go see a lady named Lisa. She has her own church, and isn't
interested in hearing our truth, but she usually lets us in anyway. On our way
to her house, I told my companion that we needed to make sure she knew
that God loved her. While we focused our lesson around this point, tears filled
Lisa's eyes and she told us how down she had been feeling lately. It was a
great testimony to me that while I had taken this women for granted since she
wasn't interested in our message, God hadn't. He loves His children no matter
what their choices are or if they want to hear His great message.
I guess I still have time for something funny. Hmmm... I
think last nights episode was probably the best. We were at the table making a
recording of the day and planning for the next, when Sister Pinkston froze in
fear. On the ceiling stood the most terrifying spider we had ever seen. It was
probably the size of my thumb nail...and if you squinted just right, you could
see little legs jutting out from it's brown body. In other words, this was
about to be an AWESOME show. Sister Pinkston ran to grab her "spider
killer" (I found this to be a rolled up magazine her family had provided
her with as a joke) and she preceded to grab a chair and prepare
for battle. It probably took a good 10-15 minutes of her slapping the
wall with her great weapon of choice, screaming, running away, and then
sheepishly returning when she found that she actually hadn't hit it at all
before we had much success. I suppose I could have done it for her and
saved a lot of time, but I was enjoying myself too much ;). Luckily, I'm a good
pep talker, and together we were able to conquer this spider and her great
fear. This morning she woke up telling me that she felt ready to take on the
world, "one spider at a time". HAHA, aw man. I LOVE my companion.
Sister Pinkston trying to kill the spider |
Never take for granted the small things in life, like
killing spiders, because really those are what bring us the best
memories. When we are down, the Lord will lift us up. Like a child
learning to walk, we must have faith that our Father will catch us if we mess
up. Even if we do fall, we must believe that He will be the one to pick up
back up as we continue stumbling our way through life. I love this great work
and I love the little things that make it all worth it. I love you all and
thank you to pieces for taking the time to write me and to read my blog!
Your friend,
Sister Jennifer Hochstrasser
Tennessee Nashville Mission
105 West Park Drive Suite 190
Brentwood, TN 37027
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