Little Darlings,
I hope you are all doing beyond fabulous!
One of the many lessons that I have learned since I have been on my mission is that Charity should be our first option. Me and Hermana Juarez were teaching a family, and we noticed that they didnt have food. As missionaries, of course we are not rolling in the dough here. But I cant know that someone is in need, and not help them. So when we left we took a chunk from our budget knowing that we would have less than what we wanted and we went to the store and bought them the basics and what we knew they needed. And of course, what happened that week, members, random investigators and people gave us food. I asked my companion, "You know why people are giving us food right?" She said no, and I replied "Because we gave that family all that food." Little by little we were payed back for our deed, God wasnt going to let us his missionaries go hungry. And that isnt to say that you should give, with expectations of receiving, but all will turn out in the end. So give, love, and serve, knowing that God will do his part.
Another time a homeless man came knocking at our gate for food. Once again our cupboards are far from bursting with food. But we had, so we gave. And later that day this man randomly bought us cold drinks in the hot sun. And I asked my companion, "You know why that man bought us drinks, right?" She said no, and I replied "Because, we gave that man food this morning." It is important that we give God credit for our blessings and tender mercies in life.
My favorite scripture is Mosiah 4:24, I am not going to type it, that means you have to go look it up yourself, nice eh?! ;)
And my favorite story of the week: We taught a lesson early one morning, so after we were going to return to our apartment. We started walking down the street and I saw a old man in the distance, he was riding a bike, with a big cart thing with wheels attached to the front with an old woman sitting in it. All I could think was, how loving of him to bike her around. We crossed the rode, I looked back at them. I had an overwhelming feeling that we needed to talk to them. So I told my companion we needed to cross back to the other side of the rode again. We began to talk to them, and jeesh talk about HUMBLE! I had an instant love for them. They opened up and told us that their only son died three months ago. The woman said that she has diabetes, and she held in her hand an empty insulin bottle. She sadly told us that it was too expensive, and she hadnt had insulin in four days. I took the bottle and wrote down all of the details, and gave it back. We gave them pamphlets for the Plan of Salvation, we got their address to send missionaries to their house since they were out of our area. And we told them where our ward met on Sundays and what time, they were so excited and said that they would come. But as missionaries well know, you tend to not believe the "I will come to church." speil, until you see it. But I knew that wasnt enough, this woman was in need. And we could help her. So we went to a Pharmacy and I bought some insulin. My companion said sweet, we can give it to them on Sunday if they come. I said yeah right, she could die without insulin. So we went back to the streets to find them, thinking they couldnt have gone too far. But my roommate at BYU used insulin, and I knew that you had to keep it in the fridge. And it was only a zillion and a half degrees this day. I have a camelback backpack, and I put the insulin in the insulated part with my water, to keep it as low of temperature as I could. And we took a bus, and took it to her house. We had beat them to their house, but left it with a relative there. And I thought that was it, we did our part, end of story. No, who came to church on Sunday and sat right be?! This humble man and woman, ready and thirsty for the Gospel! :)
A quote that one of my MTC Teachers gave me that I love is, "When a man is starving there is no opportunity to feed him spiritually. Only when a man has been fed and clothed and his temporal needs have been satisfied, and only then can you begin to spiritualize that man." - Harold B. Lee
This is a stinkin long email. But I hope you get the point, give, if you are blessed (which I know you are), GIVE. Point blank. It doesnt have to be your money, it can be your time, your talent, or your friendship. Everyone has something that someone else is lacking, so whatever it is, split and multiply it!
Here is a picture of some Hermanas after the Relief Society Broadcast this week.
I dont know, all I think of when I see this sign is, be cautious when bacon is crossing the road.
Okay and last of all General Confrence this Weekend, HOLLA! It is like the Super Bowl for Missionaries. Mmm mmm, so pumped!!! So I invite all of you to watch it this Saturday and Sunday. It is designed for everyone. Go with questions that you need answered, go humbly, and the answers will pour out to you. My notes might be shorter, as I write them in Spanish. But it will still be as sweet as ever.
I love you all!
Love Always,
Hermana Smith
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