My Guide

One year ago, I was set apart as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. One whole year of standing as a representative of Jesus Christ. What in the world? My mind can not believe that it has already been a year. I feel like it was just yesterday when I was at the airport saying goodbye to my family. Oh, how much my life has changed, how much I have changed as a person. I have loved every minute. It has stretched me & pulled me but in the very best of ways. It is sacred. This calling is sacred. It gets me thinking of the mission of Jesus Christ. How sacred it was! To come pay the price for us & give us eternal life. He did it & He could because He is the Son of God. Being a missionary is special & I can do it because I am a daughter of God. I get thinking often about the sacredness to wear this plaque & I feel that sometimes I take it for granted. Sometimes it may not be marked in my heart. This week, I noticed a change. I saw things differently.

Started out at zone conference. We read our mission call letters. Got to the part that states our purpose. President then had a story that changed my whole point of view. He is a doctor. His purpose is to save physical lives. He once needed to save a mom & baby from what was a ruptured placenta. Which means an on-call surgery. He explained the situation. He was in charge of the vacuum to clear the view of the other surgeon so that they could get the baby out. He said that they were all gowned up, and the room was so clean. Once they made the first cut, blood just exploded out of her. They were all covered. He said that in the moment the walls started to turn white & he was about to pass out, until he remembered that there was a baby in there. A person. He could not pass out. It is the same for me. It is the same for us. These people are the children of God. They need to be saved. & I can not pass out because they are drowning without even knowing it.

On Saturday afternoon, we went to visit a friend of ours. He broke my heart. We have been inviting him to church for so much time now. He still has yet to come. He has lost his life to drugs & alcohol. When we showed up yesterday, he wasn't there mentally, but we managed to have a conversation with him. One that brought tears to my eyes. He says he is alone. That he has not eaten in four days. He says he doesn't want to live anymore. He told us he wants us to stay because every time we are there, he feels so much peace. Then, he asked us to help him. God knows him. God has a plan for him. I felt that. He is not alone. We know the answer & so does he, but he is afraid.

You may remember our friend who received a priesthood blessing a few weeks back. Well, she started to read the Book of Mormon. We were amazed. She explained what she had read so perfectly. & she loved it. She explained to us that she doesn't know quite why she hasn't gone to church with us yet. We explained that sometimes when things are so good & so right, Satan distorts things to make it seem opposite. We invited her once again. But not only her, her son who is 20 years old. Sunday came, the meeting was about to start, when I saw Maria and Mauro walking up to the doors. Pure happiness. The District President was there this day & it was so meant to be. He gave a talk that tied in each group of people that were seated in the congregation. One thing that made my heart so happy was when he said that it is not a coincidence that the missionaries are teaching you. As the meeting came to a close, Mauro turned to me & said thank you for being a guide in my life.

When we went to go visit a man we had been teaching, Agustin opened the door. It was the son of the man we were looking for. He is 23. We asked him if he would want to learn about this gospel. He said yes. So we planned a day & wrote down his number. We had a lesson in the church. It was so sweet. He listened so intently & responded in all honesty. He started to pray & started to read the Book of Mormon. He was going to come to church yesterday but was out of town. We are so happy to teach him.

We went to the far away part of our area this week to go see if we could find a friend. The only door we clapped our hands for was enough. Maria & Angel. The cutest couple. Hermana Gomez & I were getting a tour of the yard. She ended up having a conversation with Angel & I was with Maria. It was the sweetest. She had so many questions. We then went back to just Maria because Angel was working. She told us she would talk to Angel & maybe they would come to church. Well, Saturday night rolls around, and we're sending messages to her. She told us she had lots of things to do & and wouldn't make it to church. We started to insist a little bit more. Decided ok it's fine, she won't come tomorrow. She told us she would let us know if we should go get her. We told her we would be ready & that we love her. She said okay come get me at 10. I'll be waiting for you. So Sunday morning we went walking to her house & got her & Jorge. The most pure as we walked up to the gate. Jorge comes walking out with his dress shoes & his white shirt. & they loved the meeting.

Church was just full of miracles. Eight of our friends made it. The ward was so happy. Everyone felt so welcomed & the messages shared were just perfect. & then we had an activity. Our friends Ham & Marina & Ryan came!!! We gave them a tour of the church & they loved it as well. It was a week full of miracles & I love being a missionary.

Pay attention to the people surrounding you. They may be your guide. God places people in our paths when we need them there. We must be quick in recognizing it. Being a missionary has helped me realize that God loves me. He knows me & He knows my need. He has placed people in my life who I love with my whole heart. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the amount of love these people hold in my heart. When I sit back for a minute & think, it gives me such joy. I am so happy & so so blessed. My heart is here. & As these next 6 months go by, I am going to give it my whole heart.

Oh how much I love you all. I pray for you.

With all my heart,

Hermana Morley <3

Also, My sweetest Thiago from Necochea is in Buenos Aires right now. He has cancer & it just got worse. Spent a lot of time thinking about him & his pure heart. I ask you all to pray for him & his family. They need some miracles.