The highs...and the lows
This week seemed to fly by, but not without its striking experiences. The greatest of these happened friday night. As we were preparing for bed, Elder Beenfield received a call from President Omer informing him of the death of his grandfather. He was seemingly devastated, and I couldn't help but feel compassion and much empathy for him. I know all too well the sting that death brings. The wonder though, is the knowledge of the plan of salvation, and the hope that it brings. I have never thought about this in relation to those I knew that had passed on, and in a brief moment, I came to feel the comfort that I lacked after the deaths of Ben, Matt, and Tyler. I seemed to feel the love of God through the comforting thoughts that I would see them again, and in the words of Joseph Smith, "..it will be a glorious reunion." In addition, the wife of one of the councilors in the bishopric passed away last monday. She was very young, and I couldn't help but feel for him as well.
I have been doing my best to keep him involved in the work, so that his thoughts don't linger upon these thoughts.
We watched conference this weekend, despite much technical difficulty, and while we could only watch the Sunday sessions, I felt a strange feeling, one which I cannot fully describe. It came to me subtly, and I felt a profound sense of urgency. I felt excited, yet concerned. I felt a stirring in the very fiber of my being, and I began to ponder of my own personal duty and stewardship. I thought of the path to discipleship, and the many twists, turns, and obstacles along the way. I won't describe all that I thought and experienced, for much of that which I received, I feel constrained that I should not speak...or write.
My flat is clean, my body is healthy, the work is progressing, and I feel my saviors love along with the love of everyone that I have left behind. I thank you for it.
Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
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