Ello sweet
family!
Monday night I
was studying my President’s letter that had a story about a man who was
hiking a mountain, and as I read the words,
"The
trail is beautiful as well"
I responded in
the same way that this man in the story did, I wept. At first, I thought
that the word said, "trial" instead of "trail" and it took
on a new meaning. I wept because every trail, either leading to a
meadow, or another rocky ridge HAS been beautiful. It has shaped who
Sister Lloyd is today. The message of the story was that of a man climbing
a mountain and he kept asking people who were coming down if it was worth the
trek. While sorting through personal issues while hiking, he wept at the summit
and then, while descending, came across a Tibetan monk climbing up and he said
to him that yes, the hike is worth it. The monk responded, I’m sure it is, but
I’m also enjoying all of the beauty and sights along the path going up. Yep, you know the point, enjoy the journey!
My entire mission,
I have been trying my best to live in the moment and be grateful for what I am
given. I remember reading the talk by P. Uchtdorf about not waiting for
the "golden ticket" and not ever putting happiness on hold. I
remember reading "Lessons from Liberty Jail" and learning that we can
have redemptive and revelatory experiences in undesirable conditions. I have
tried my best to not think about home, but it hit me that I need to celebrate
going home. I need to have greater faith and trust in the Lord for everything
that I have been blessed with on my mission. Every day has been a fight,
and a miracle, but that will not stop just because I don't wear the black name
tag.
This
week, SN and I felt incredibly spirit led, and it was amazing! For most
of my mission, I have committed to "follow every prompting" and so
whenever I try and talk myself out of talking to someone, or just walk by a
house, that commitment rings in my head, and it takes about half a second to
change my mind! I love seeing what happens when I follow
promptings. Sometimes, nothing happens. I know that God is probably
just testing me to see if I am listening and relying on Him to guide our
efforts. However, most of the time, we see miracles. One of the
times it happened was this week when SN and I were both staring at a house we
were passing by. We decided to stop and do the survey. A young
father answered the door and told us that he had met with missionaries when he
was 17 years old, but that was over 20 years ago now. He told us that he
had investigated many churches, but no church had everything that he and his
wife were looking for. He has two young children, and he asked us to come
back and teach them and the purpose of family home evening. How amazing!
A new family to teach!
I
truly enjoyed every minute of the work this week. I feel like my body is
so, so exhausted, and especially with the summer heat coming, but I don't want
to waste a minute that SN and I have left together, and so I have been trying
to just focus and work, work, work. I have had a few sad moments, but SB
warned me last week that because I am nearing the end, that Satan is really
going to try and get me. I was really grateful for her advice, because I
honestly didn't even think about that! I thought that I would be so
consumed in the work that I wouldn't even think about anything else. However, Satan is sneaky; he is trying to make me sad and ruin my time that I
still have left! Well, I will not let that happen. I will not
falter!
I also had a situation that made me reflect on my decision to serve a mission. I remember getting subtle
promptings, and I can still hear the voice saying to me, "You should
go." It was never forceful, but I listened. I knew that I
SHOULD go, and I knew that it would be the best thing for me. I knew that
the quiet voice was from God and that was enough for me. Almost 17 months into
my mission, I am so grateful-- infinitely grateful-- that I chose to listen to
that quiet whispering. It was never a grand event or a huge decision for
me, I just knew that I should serve, and the Spirit spoke peace to me, and that
was that.
I
have been focusing on charity, and pure and calm love for the last couple of
months, and I felt as though yesterday my heart might burst! G and C, another one of our amazing YSA-aged investigators sang with us,
"I Feel my Saviour's Love." These are people who have NEVER
heard the song and yet, through the Holy Spirit, understood it’s powerful
meaning.
B was also baptized this weekend, an incredible miracle and one of the most
beautiful baptisms I have ever witnessed. As we taught the last lesson, he said, "Of course I'll pay
tithing, I want to follow every commandment that God gives me, because I can
already see the blessings in my life that keeping these small ones has
made." After his baptism, he bore his testimony in sacrament
meeting. He bore testimony that from now on, he would always be a fully
committed member and follow Jesus Christ.
I feel
like this area has been on the brink of something so wonderful for so long, and now
the missionary work is alive! Everything is falling into place, and the
spindles of the Liahona are aligning to do the work of salvation together, like
it is meant to be. I am so humbled and grateful to be a missionary at this time and in this amazing place.
I love you to the
moon and back my family. I love you so.
Sister Lloyd













