“Did You Think To Pray?”

“Did You Think To Pray?”

So I definitely ran out of time on the library computer last week, SO sorry! But hey, that means you lovely people get to read two posts today… 🙂

This week is transfer week. Sister K and I are staying in our area, but they’ve decided to put us over two wards now, along with the zone leaders. Hopefully this will allow us to constantly have new work as well as figure out investigator lessons a little easier. It will definitely be weird at first, but we’re all really excited at the prospect!

Sometimes as a missionary, you feel as if you’re turning the dirt over and over and over again, only to have no success. More like clay. Ever tried to dig a garden in clay? It’s so fun. But missionary work does get hard, because we have this great message that we have seen blesses many people’s lives, and yet they continually turn us away. It’s sad when someone chooses not to listen, but at the same time, we know they are still our Heavenly Father’s children.

After six weeks of being here, we have FINALLY been finding success! It’s been really hard and really slow getting organized at first, but Heavenly Father truly does prepare people to listen and receive His gospel. Even the other day as we were walking to our car to go to dinner, one of our neighbors called us over and started talking to us. The conversation really did naturally turn to thanking God for all that He has blessed us with, and how he wants to teach that to his sons. It was such a spiritually uplifting experience, I just knew Heavenly Father was trying to cheer us on.

This week I want to bear my testimony about prayer. If someone you loved lived far away and all you had to do was close your eyes, bow your head, and speak to have them hear you, wouldn’t you talk to them ALL the time? That’s how easy it is, and that’s how Heavenly Father feels. He wants us to speak to Him! He will listen. It’s a beautiful thing, to really be praying all the time, and speaking to my Heavenly Father all day. It’s the only thing that keeps me on my feet, or rather, on my knees.

Called to Virtue, Called to Serve

Sister Kayla A McDonald