I'm so excited and nervous and anxious and ecstatic and sad. I feel like last week didn't even happen. Yet here we are, writing again. I've got one more p-day left in Halle and the next we're spending in Berlin. Then vacation in Germany with my family for ten days and then it's back to America. School two weeks after that. The end is coming fast.
BUT I'm still here and have still got...14 days.
This week, I came to realize, was all about ones. Meaning the one single person that needs help in the moment and who we're really there for. Christ taught and converted multitudes but He also healed and blessed single people, and a multitude is no more than assembled ones. I never baptized more than one person at a time on my mission, I never taught a family, I was never a sister training leader that led a group of sisters, I never preached to huge groups of people on the street. My mission was just a culmination of many days, hours, and people. We walked away from an appointment with a less active who is so lonely and really just needs company, and we were there longer than we should have been, so I wondered if I should feel bad for wasting time. That's when this impression came to me, the impression about the one. I felt sure that Christ would have spent extra time with someone to meet their need, to give them the comfort that they needed, as He did in 3 Nephi 17. Of course He came to the earth to save mankind, and He did, but He suffered personally for each and every one of us. He is there for us personally. This was reiterated to me as we sat in the home of a less-active, with this woman's mom visiting from Ecuador, who couldn't speak a lick of German. They had to translate for her so she could understand. We were sharing a spiritual thought and my companion wasn't saying much, so I was kind of leading the thought out and talking about how the Lord is there and knows what we need, we just need to pray to Him for heavenly help. For some reason I felt like what I was saying wasn't really coming across—no one was saying anything or showing any sign of reception. Then I looked over at the mom. Tears were rolling down her face. She bore her testimony about prayer and about the love of God. I was amazed to see that the Spirit was able to carry my message across to her, and although I couldn't understand what she said in response, I know that she was touched and felt something that she needed to feel in that moment.
We are all ones, and we make a difference, one person, one decision, one minute at a time.
I am also reminded this week that it is never too early to prepare. Speaking of which, I should probably start packing...today. ;)
Love you all!!!
2 weeks. (Did I say that already?)
Sister Seamons
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