I'm sorry to say that all of our return appointments from last week fell out... Every single one. Disappointment to the max.
The last two months of my mission have proven to be the refiner's fire. I can definitely say that I've never tried so hard–in my mission for sure, maybe in my whole life–to do and succeed and give my all. Never felt so inadequate or incapable but literally giving everything I can–speaking with that extra person, knocking on that extra door, taking time out of our lunch and dinner hour to continue being on the streets. I've never spent so much time in the scriptures and in the words of the prophets and in prayer. I didn't know or realize that I was capable of giving so much, yet I'm giving it, and I'm giving it all.
We didn't find anyone this week. No, not even a contact. We've given away Books of Mormon and spoken to everyone in our paths, but they don't have interest to meet with us or learn more.
Is it worth it? I've been asking myself the same thing.
I know the Lord speaks to me very often by way of the scriptures. This was proven to me again yesterday, as I read these perfect words that couldn't come from any other source, except from the Almighty God:
"Blessed art thou, Nephi, for those things which thou hast done; for I have beheld how thou hast with unwearyingness declared the word, which I have given unto thee, unto this people. And thou hast not feared them, and hast not sought thine own life, but hast sought my will, and to keep my commandments.
And now, because thou hast done this with such unwearyingness, behold, I will bless thee forever; and I will make thee mighty in word and in deed, in faith and in works; yea, even that all things shall be done unto thee according to thy word, for thou shalt not ask that which is contrary to my will."
I know the Lord is blessing us in our efforts–how else would we be able to walk around in the cold for 5 hours straight each day, speaking with everyone we cross paths with, whether they be teenage boys laughing as we try to bear your testimony or groups of college students or drunk men. There's no way I'd be able to do this if He wasn't helping me through.
He's there. God lives.
Sister Seamons
The last two months of my mission have proven to be the refiner's fire. I can definitely say that I've never tried so hard–in my mission for sure, maybe in my whole life–to do and succeed and give my all. Never felt so inadequate or incapable but literally giving everything I can–speaking with that extra person, knocking on that extra door, taking time out of our lunch and dinner hour to continue being on the streets. I've never spent so much time in the scriptures and in the words of the prophets and in prayer. I didn't know or realize that I was capable of giving so much, yet I'm giving it, and I'm giving it all.
We didn't find anyone this week. No, not even a contact. We've given away Books of Mormon and spoken to everyone in our paths, but they don't have interest to meet with us or learn more.
Is it worth it? I've been asking myself the same thing.
I know the Lord speaks to me very often by way of the scriptures. This was proven to me again yesterday, as I read these perfect words that couldn't come from any other source, except from the Almighty God:
"Blessed art thou, Nephi, for those things which thou hast done; for I have beheld how thou hast with unwearyingness declared the word, which I have given unto thee, unto this people. And thou hast not feared them, and hast not sought thine own life, but hast sought my will, and to keep my commandments.
And now, because thou hast done this with such unwearyingness, behold, I will bless thee forever; and I will make thee mighty in word and in deed, in faith and in works; yea, even that all things shall be done unto thee according to thy word, for thou shalt not ask that which is contrary to my will."
I know the Lord is blessing us in our efforts–how else would we be able to walk around in the cold for 5 hours straight each day, speaking with everyone we cross paths with, whether they be teenage boys laughing as we try to bear your testimony or groups of college students or drunk men. There's no way I'd be able to do this if He wasn't helping me through.
He's there. God lives.
Sister Seamons
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