Everything, Everywhere.

A whole week. 

Inside a place we rarely spent time in. 

What was he trying to teach us?

I wanted to believe the words that came from the blessing that was given outside of our flat that one night. 

That we would come to the understanding of why the Lord would keep us inside. 

It was a question i asked every day. 

But, nothing came. 

And maybe thats what he wanted me to learn for a little bit. 

The miracle he was preparing in the waiting. 

I was eager to know what he had planned. 

Maybe more so desperate for an understanding. 

I missed the people. 

I missed to cold breeze that brushed my face all day long. 

I missed the long bus rides. 

And those 4pm sunsets. 

I wanted to be there in those places. 

Why couldn't we be in those places? 

I felt like we were failing.

Did he not understand all the good we could be doing outside? 

Where was he? 

Why didnt he heal yet? 

Why was it taking so long? 

It was in that moment of me wishing to be outside that i then began to see what the Lord was trying to teach me. 

The learning began in those short walks outside. 

As i looked at the blue sky. 

Feeling the cold breeze on my face. 

I began to remember how beautiful this place really is. 

I began to see him there.  

The learning came in those moments of testimony. 

Testifying with our whole heart to Andrew and Kofi that the Book of Mormon is true. 

As I looked at their faces on that tiny screen. 

Their eyes lit up. 

The hope came. 

They knew it was true. 

A moment i could relive over and over again. 

The moment when one of his children learns of this for the first time. 

Such a sacred moment. 

I began to see him there. 

The learning came that one night as we wrote down the tender mercies of the last 5 weeks on those bright sticky notes and stuck them on the wall.  

Oh how he has blessed us. 

Working around our running. 

Working despite our doubts. 

Working in our waiting. 

I began to see him there. 

So what was he trying to teach us? 

The lesson came on my knees that one night. 

A new sense of gratitude filled my heart as i thanked him for

Those blue skys. 

The cold breeze. 

And short walks. 

For his beautiful children that he led so graciously to us. 

The Book of Mormon and the witness of its truth i received as we taught so passionately about that day. 

And for that tender reflection. 

Going through each day to see where he met us in his vineyard. 

He has been there the whole time. 

I then realised that i had missed so much of it. 

I was so caught up running faster than i had the strength to. 

As i prayed heavenly father made something so clear to me. 

"This is the only thing that would slow you down enough to see me." 

The reality came to me. 

For the last 5 weeks i have been running so hard. 

Finding myself going through the motions to just get it done.

Only seeking to find him in the things i ask for instead of looking for what he was wanting to show me. 

In everything, everywhere. 

As i was forced to slow down that is when i began to see him in everything, everywhere. 

In that blue sky. 

Behind that tiny screen. 

In the flat. 

On that wall of sticky notes. 

I saw him there. 

He isnt just found on the streets. 

Behind those doors. 

On those buses. 

In those 4 pm sunsets. 

He is is everything, everywhere. 

All the time. 

And all it takes is slowing down. 

To take time to really see him. 

Im so grateful for this simple lesson he taught me this week. 

As i opened the next chapter of my Book of Mormon i began to read, 

"is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize."

He is the prize that i have found this week. 

Reading this confirmed to me the lesson he was needing to teach me this week. 

And one thing is for certain, 

"I know that he loveth his children; nevertheless, I do not know the meaning of all things."

I may not know it all but i do know this. 

That he is working and continuing to orchestrate his greatest miracles in everything, everywhere. 

He was found this week. 

In each and every day. 

Even in the most unexpected circumstances. 

He was there for it all. 

In everything, everywhere. 

I love him. 

I love how each week he gives me an opportunity to find him. 

I love his relentless pursuit. 

I am beginning to truly understand how much he really cares. 

Im grateful. 

He is everything, everywhere. 

Look for him in everything

& you will find him everywhere. 

I love you! 

I pray that you may begin to see him. 

He loves you perfectly! 

With love, 

Sister B.