Sister McMaster and I and random little boy named, Caleb. We did service
for a Less active family and decided to jump into the work that we did/
:) Good times!
This is me drinking....MATE! It was
delightful! This woman that gave it to us is from Argentina. She was
sweet.
Love you all!
Here's her letter:
Hi family!
So
I wanted to send this email just to my close family because I want to
tell you a story that has helped me to understand the atonement a lot
more.
We were at a less active families home a few nights ago. The
mother broke down and told us how she wants her daughter to stop
fighting her and to come to church and gain a testimony of the gospel. I
was reminded of a time that I did the same thing.
I remember one Sunday morning I did not want to go to church. I
remember everyone getting ready around me...I slowly put some church
clothes on, but I was fighting it. Looking back, I was fighting because I
was angry. I didn't feel worthy which made me mad. So I fought and told
mom that I wasn't going. (I think dad was in the bishopric at this
time). I sat on the couch in the front room and refused to move. I could
tell that mom was close to tears. Everyone got in the car and left.
I sat there and listened as the garage door closed. As soon as it
closed, I felt sick. I knew where I was supposed to be. I knew I was
making a very wrong choice and I knew how easy it could become to just
not go and that made me so sick. I remember looking out the window and
going back to sit on the couch. I was thinking how long it would take me
to walk to church. Its hard for me to explain everything that was going
through my mind. I was angry, lonely and sick. I wanted someone to help
me, but then again, I didn't.
Well, about 15 mins of this passed by. I just sat there, hating
everything, especially myself. Then I heard the garage door opening.
Immediately, I knew who it was and what was going to happen. It was my
mother. She came back for me. This made me more mad because now I really
could go to church! I was so ridiculous!
Mom walked in and sat on the couch next to me. I wouldn't look at
her. She began to cry. I just remember her telling me that she loved me.
I think she even kept repeating it. Eventually my heart was softened. I
was embarrassed for how I acted. I got in the car with mom and we went
to church.
Now, I told some of this to this less active family.
Afterwards, I kept thinking of this experience. That night I was lying
in bed and sister Mcmaster asked me about it. I went into more detail
with her as I did with you. I was nearing the end of the story when I
realized what I was truly feeling during all this.
Deep down, I wanted mom to come back for me! I so desperately
wanted her to come back and rescue me. I was going down the wrong road
and I needed someone to come find me. I started to cry as I was lying in
bed because I realized that deep down we all want to be rescued. None
of us want to be left alone. This is why we have Jesus Christ. I know
that Jesus Christ will always come back for us! He weeps next to us and
tells us how much He loves us! He pleeds and begs us to come back.
Thank you mom for coming back for me. Thank you mom and dad for not giving up on me, but always walking along side me.
The
most important testimony we can gain is of Jesus Christ. Please know
that Jesus Christ is really is our Savior. He is our brother and best
friend. He loves us so much and will ALWAYS come and rescue us. He
rescued me.
The atonement is so real. I love you all and want each of you
to know that no matter what, your family is here for you and we will
always come back for you. Thats for family is for.
Have an incredible week and keep up the missionary work! I am so proud.
Love your best friend,
Sister Lani Call
