I don't have that much time, but this week as I said, was so busy, and I honestly felt like I have just been kinda thrown out in this area and I have no idea what I'm doing, like I was forgotten. Then on Sunday, when we attended church at our group, as I was the one to bless and my companion to pass the sacrament, I just looked at each of the members. Because there isn't a lot of us, we as the missionaries know each and every one (well for the most part) of the sturggles they have. And how great is it that they could all attend sacrament meeting with their individual struggles and all go out of the meeting somehow stronger to meet the next weeks needs? How PERFECT is the Gospel of Christ. As I was sitting there, the Lord helped me to remember some very tender moments I have had in my life that I knew without a doubt that the Lord was there. He helped me to remember I wasn't forgotten. The feeling of the spirit was a special one on Sunday.
As we plead with the Lord each and every day and do what he wants, it will all turn out for the good :) That's His promise to us :)