God is Good

“The Lord is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.” — Psalms 145:9

Where to begin with this week? I just feel so blessed to be here on a mission serving the Lord. God is so good, and I love him and his children so much.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been noticing a pattern in the work: The harder the day, the greater the reward. Any time my companion and I have had an obstacle, we have always received a tender mercy after overcoming that obstacle. When appointments cancelled, we prayed to seek inspiration for where to go. And when we did that, we saw miracles.

One of those miracles happened on Wednesday. We typically go over to a recent convert’s apartment every Wednesday and Saturday to teach his neighbor. However, we haven’t been able to get in contact with this neighbor for a couple weeks. But we showed up anyway, having the faith that he would be there. When we went over and knocked on his door, no one answered. So, while walking back, we kept a prayer in our heart as to what the Lord wanted us to do with that time. As we walked back, the recent convert, Isaac, decided to knock on another neighbor’s door. We had taught this neighbor once before, but he never really seemed interested. When the neighbor answered, he told us he had been going through a very hard time lately. He used to be homeless, and this past week his sister kicked him out of the house. He felt like no one in his circle of family or friends cared about him. He felt very alone, and told us that he almost tried to end his life just a few days before that.

So, we told him about the Savior. We told him that Jesus Christ suffered through everything he ever has gone through and ever will go through, so that he doesn’t have to feel alone. The Holy Ghost filled the room. We told him that God is his Heavenly Father, and loves him and cares about him. We told him that we as missionaries help people learn to come closer to Christ, so that they don’t have to feel alone or insignificant. Isaac’s father promised him that if he goes to church, he will have a much bigger, kinder, more loving family. This Sunday, that young man came to church in black pants and a white, button-down shirt. He had the biggest smile on his face, and the ward immediately wrapped its arms around him.

I know that God loves us, and that he cares about us. He watches over us, and wants to pour out blessings upon each of us. All we have to do is meet him halfway. We need to show him we’re willing to work to receive those blessings; whether it be simply praying to him, or coming to church. When we show our commitment to him, he will bless us.

My heart is so full of gratitude and love for my Heavenly Father. He has blessed me with the ability to see miracles work in the hearts of his children. He is so good, and so kind. Let us always remember that, even in our trials.

Les quiero mucho,

Hermana Stockwell

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