A Tender Mercy of Christ

However I know that there were times that the Spirit was there with me and helped me to know what to say. Though the names have left my mind I still remember a companionship exchange with Elder Sorenson and teaching a man with whom we went through the eleventh chapter of Third Nephi and I know that the words that I was speaking were not my own. I remember sharing a hug with a woman who had contracted lupus who knew that there was something more than she was receiving in the religion that she grew up in. I remember the Manaea family and having the opportunity to see them go through the temple and be sealed as a family. I know that tracting may not have seemed like the most effective form of missionary work, but I know that there were times that the Holy Spirit told us where to go because there was somebody who needed to have an opportunity to hear the gospel. Whether or not they said yes or now was not the important thing, the important thing was that we offered them a chance. I have no doubt that they will again be offered another chance. When the time is right they will receive the fullness of the gospel of Jesus Christ and be led to follow the path which will lead them back into the presence of our Heavenly Father. The mere experience to go on a mission was a tender mercy of God. It was such a blessing for me to have had the opportunity to dedicate all of my time, talents and efforts to the work of inviting his children to come unto Christ.

An Update of Events

It has been some time since I have posted a blog entry. The hard drive on my computer was experiencing some technical difficulties which resulted in my having to get a new hard drive, but now that things are back up and running I will give a brief rundown on some of the recent happenings in my life. One of the most significant is my resumed correspondence with my dear friend, Marianne. Roughly three years ago I encountered a difficulty in our relationship in which I felt that the best course of action would be for us to cease all forms of correspondence. At the time I thought that such an action would be permanent, but through what I am sure is one of the tender mercies of Christ we have begun an e-mail correspondence until such a time that I feel that it would be appropriate for us to see one another again. She has long been a source of joy in my life and one of my most valued friends.

As long as we are on the friends front I suppose I should say that it seems that things between Shae and I are all but repaired. At least the most recent time that we spent together was as though we had not experienced the difficulties that had been previously present in our relationship. I am doing my best to maintain a healthy level of expectations and to take joy in our friendship and not place any hopes that we could be more as this has only injured our relationship in the past.

I recently had a fun encounter with a slide in our backyard. During a conversation with Shae I was outside enjoying the air and I walked up the slide. I then commenced to walk back down it when gravity got the best of me and I fell thus causing me to fall on my hand and dislocate my left middle finger. It was quite odd to see it bent at near a 45 degree angle at the second joint on the finger. I panicked for a moment but then figured that it wouldn’t do any good and so I told Shae to hold on while I fixed my finger and I put it back where I thought it should be. That was just over a week ago now and it is still swollen where it was dislocated, but I am sure that it will heal fine.

During the Memorial Day weekend my family went with my Uncle Larry’s family down to Lake Powell. Though it was windy for the majority of the time, I still enjoyed the trip as I was able to get a fair amount of reading done. I concluded reading The Chronicles of Narnia, The Mouse and the Motorcycle and most of Teach Ye Dilligently.

That about sums up the recent happenings in life to this point.