Now, this week in my life....well I was a missionary
again...ummmm nothing super eventful happened but I will just ramble for
a few paragraphs. So in each area, I seem to find a few people who
become "my people". It's the darndest thing, but I have come to really
believe that I knew this people premortally, It is more like our spirits
communicate to each other and express more than our words actually do. I
found my people this week in a older couple, the Ramini's. They are
converts to the church of 11 years, when they were 62 (and people think
they are too old to change). We have visited them twice and I have
completely fallen in love with them. dang city of love. Fratello Ramini
was gone blind and his wife just takes wonderful care of him. They are
both artists and have a zeal for life that is uncommon amongst loss who
have more years....Last night we were sitting around their table as we
feasted on salami and olives (PROPRIO ITALIAN) and I just looked up and
knew........I knew them before this life. They quickly volunteered to be
my itailan grandparents and they are perfect for the job. People are
the best part of this mission! I think Heavenly Father thins the veil a
little bit for His missionaries because I feel love and support of those
on the other side daily.
Another aspect of this work is that my
testimony and knowledge of this church grows daily. In the strangests
ways and in the strangest moments, I often find myself saying "This is
true, I know it." This work is hard and sometimes I would rather be at
home, cuddling my new niece or playing cars with my 3 newphews but at
the end of the day, this is where I am supposed to be right now. I
realized this week how I can truly put myself into this work. All my
investigators are children of God, just like me. Surely I have been in
their place one time or another and I am the ONE out of 88,000
missionaries, that the Lord had decided is the perfect person for His
work. Why? Because of who I am, the experiences I have had, and the
moments that have shaped my knowledge and testimony of the gospel. The
Lord has sent me, dinkly little Sorella Alley, to stand in His place
because of who I am. Essentially I am called to love them, to help them,
to testify to each of my investigators because something about who I am
is what they need.
I must look into their eyes, and see myself. Then I must live in such a way that they look into my eyes, and see the Savior.
That
is what I am called to do. To give, share, and leave myself with these
beautiful people. Anything less or short will not do. How awful would it
have been for the Savior to say, "Nah, this hurts to much- I think I
will hold back and not give all." But He did not, because He understood
His purpose.
I now understand my purpose.
Well that is basically all I have got for this week.
I
visited the house of Juliet today, oh gosh, how I love this land. I
wrote a nice message to my future husband and am now putting it in the
hands of the love expert.
But seriously, if she had only waited 5 more minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's fine, I will just do their temple work for them.
Vi amo!
Sorella Alley
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