Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
So this time I was able to watch a session of General
Conference in Korean. It was really cool! I barely understood it, but I could
feel the spirit and it was nice to be able to watch it with the ward.
As I watched General Conference I was able to receive answers to my prayers. It is amazing to know how much Heavenly Father cares about each of us. This week I learned about the power of God's love.
I was having a rough time this week. So all my prayers were focused on receiving strength and comfort. As I prayed and sought answers through reading the scriptures, I began to feel the love my Heavenly Father has for me. I felt this because as I studied the scriptures and watched General Conference, I found exactly what I needed to hear. I know God loves each and every one of us and wants us to be successful.
I'm so blessed to be a missionary. It is teaching me to rely on the things that matter most. My Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, the spirit, the gospel and my family, etc. I know this gospel is true and I know Christ lives.
Monday, October 5, 2015
On Thursday we visited an elderly sister in our ward who has a caregiver that comes during the day. When we arrived the sister told her caregiver to take one of our Book of Mormons.You won't believe it, she already had one! An elder in our district had met her on the street and given her a Book of Mormon. She read the first few chapters and started telling us about Nephi. How cool is that?!? This member is really funny, when we asked to do a practice lesson, she had us teach her caregiver. It was a neat experience and it just goes to show that God knows exactly where we needed to be.
Natalee T. Fristrup, Utah, USA
As my mission’s zone conference was coming to a close,I stood outside wondering, “What am I doing in this foreign country? How am I going to do all that is expected of me?”
I had been in Sicily, Italy, for little over a week, butalready I felt discouraged. My time in the missionary training center had seemed like a wonderful dream, but because of my inadequacies, I now felt as though I were in a nightmare.
“Dearest Father,” I prayed, “I wanted to be a great missionary. Now that I am here, I realize I don’t have the talents, skills, or intelligence to accomplish what I have been sent to do. I thought I knew this language, but everyone speaks so quickly, and any words I try to utter just get tangled up in my tongue. I don’t think my companion likes me. My mission president can barely speak English. I don’t have anyone to talk to. Please help me.”
I knew I had to go back inside, but I lingered on thestreet just a few minutes longer. Suddenly I felt three tugs on the back of my overcoat. I turned around to find a beautiful little girl and slowly knelt down next to her on the cobblestone street. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “Ti voglio bene.”
“What did you say?” I replied in English, knowing perfectly well she didn’t understand me.
She stared at my name tag. “Sorella Domenici,” sheread, “ti voglio bene.”
I knew the meaning of the phrase. It was one of the first phrases we had learned as missionaries. It was a phrase that could speak directly to the soul. It means, “I love you.”
Those words were just what I needed to hear at that moment. The Savior had sent a special messenger to deliver them to me. I led the little girl into the building.
“She must be the child of one of the members,” I thought. I wove my way through groups of missionaries, hoping her mother would spot her.
When I found my companion, I asked, “Have you seen this little girl before?”
“What little girl?” she replied, looking confused.
I looked down at my side. The little girl was gone.
I stood in the open doorway of the building and glanced up and down the deserted street. As I pondered, a whisper I not only heard but also felt echoed through my soul: “Sorella Domenici, ti voglio bene.”
I didn’t know who the little girl was, but I knew that the Savior loved me.