And So Miracles Flow

It's so special when there's someone in life who brings others to tears at the time of goodbye. Hermana Trimble is that something special. Someone who changes lives. Someone who makes bad days good and good days better. Someone who when surrounded by her, you feel light. She carries light with her wherever she goes. I read something recently about magnets. Hermana Trimble is a magnet. People are drawn to her. I can only imagine the kind of person she will continue to be for the rest of her life. She is home & heaven is cheering. She did good. She pushed and worked until the very last day. I am so proud of her.

 

 

As weeks go by, I stand in awe of the things I am experiencing each day. I saw one of the prettiest sunsets I have seen in my whole life. We had a long walk home, so I was able to just think about the beauty of this earth. It had just rained so hard and we were just running without shoes and I was so happy. How could God not exist?? There is beauty surrounding us!!! People & all. Look to others & love them. Love them as Jesus would. I know I say this so much, but I am so so so thankful to be a missionary!!! So many blessings unfold each and every day. I have been noticing such an improvement in Spanish!!! I am able to connect more with the people and really share the most of what's in my heart. The gift of tongues and the gift of interpretation of tongues is working through me as I ask in prayer & as I have the faith necessary! Pray for all things, God is listening and He will answer!!!

 

 

This week as we passed by Fernando & his mom Hermida, we spoke directly. We invited them to read the Book of Mormon. We taught with the elders and we each, strongly, bore testimony. My heart was racing & the Spirit was present. We all passed by again a few days later. Fernando wasn't there but Hermida was!!! & so was her brother. We sat on her porch and started with a softer approach. Her brother was like the great & spacious building in 1 Nephi. He was just shooting us down, over & over. The Spirit was not there. We asked Hermida if she would come to church with us and she said no. That didn't stop us. Her brother walked away and we kept pushing & kept baring strong testimony. She began to cry and told us an experience she had previously. We asked her again if she would just come and see one time with us and if she doesn't like it we will leave her be. She said yes!!!! MIRACLE!!! So Sunday rolled around, and we went to go get her. She sat with us and sang and listened. She told us that she felt the peace that she hasn't felt elsewhere!! AND that she's coming next week too! My heart could burst!!! She is ready. The Lord has prepared her.

 

 

To narrow down the things I studied each week is one of my biggest challenges. I want to just share my journal with you all. But I won't. Instead, I'll just share bits and pieces. Although the voice of the spirit is usually a still, small voice, it is nevertheless even sure, penetrating, pervasive, edifying, & sustaining. Pay whatever price, bare whatever burden you must bare, make whatever sacrifice you must make in order to get & keep in your life the spirit & the power of the Holy Ghost. Everything depends on that. We must be grounded on the rock of revelation. Believe that with God, all things are possible. Be still. & simply let the spirit come in.

 

 

D&C 18: Keep my commandments; hold your peace; appeal unto my spirit;

 

 

Oh how much I love you, each and every one of you. I pray for you on the daily. If you ever find yourself at the temple, send me pictures!!! I miss it there.

 

 

With all my love,

Hermana Morley <3