That My Heart May Be Humbled.

This week has been very tender. 

I said goodbye to Stockport. 

I said goodbye to sister slade. 

I welcomed my new missionary. 

I got to my new area. 

So many tears have been shed this week.

This past week reflecting on the saviours life really hit me. The stories became so real for me. For the first time in my life i truly felt this weight of his sacrifice.

The love. 

The hurt. 

Everything. 

I have began to understand that a life that is worth living is a life lived for jesus christ. 

Over the last couple days my heart has been completely changed. The worth of life has become so valuable to me. I think for the first time i fully comprehended what i am doing here. My heart has been humbled in ways i never knew were there. And it is all because of my new missionary, Sister Mkhwanazi. 

Sister Mkhwanazi is from Swaziland and was baptised 4 years ago. 

She has the most pure and humble spirit i have ever seen. 

She has nothing. She comes from nothing. She is doing this all on her own. All because she loves her Saviour. 

As she walked out of the mission office with her small bag and smile i couldn't help but begin to cry. In her eyes she has everything she needs but to me a saw a small bag. 

A bag with 4 dresses, 2 shirts, 3 pants, and 3 pairs of shoes, a pen, journal, and book of mormon. 

I found myself crying in the closet praying to heavenly father on friday night. 

So much i needed to be forgiven for. 

For the moments i was angry with god. 

The moments when i didnt think life was fair. 

The moments i felt like i needed more. 

The times I forgot about him. 

My heart has been humbled. 

As she has begun to tell me about her story my heart just breaks. How could someone that has gone through so much have so much faith? 

But its moments where i am able to see someone who has nothing make the most of everything. 

But she doesn't see nothing, infact she sees that she has everything. She has her saviour. She has given everything to share him with the world. 

She emulates him. She connects to the people in a way I could never do. She is everything this area needs and that I need. 

I find peace in knowing that even though i will never understand the things that this beautiful sister and the people in this area have been through i know my saviour does. 

"But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."

I know He didn't just die for me but He lives for me now. 

Because he walked alone we dont have. 

He lives. 

He lives to comfort me when faint. 

He lives to hear my soul’s complaint. 

He lives to silence all my fears. 

He lives to wipe away my tears. 

He lives to calm my troubled heart.

And while he lives I'll sing, "I know that my redeemer lives."

Live through him.

I'm grateful to be serving with someone who emulates the Saviour in every way! 

Please pray for us!

I love you all & I pray for you!  

With love, 

Sister B