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.