So this past Sunday, I learned a lot about preparation. There I was, sitting with a lovely family who are preparing to be baptized, playing with their young boy, and somewhat listening to the announcements (which I know by heart now, by the way). They then said the opening hymn and announced my companion as pianist. The direct next words out of brother M's mouth was "and our chorister will be Sister Adams."
I looked up in surprise. They didn't tell me beforehand that I was going to be waving my arms around in front of the congregation. But I shrugged my shoulders and got up to lead the music. It was really no big deal, because I've been a semi-trained singer since I was fifteen. It got me thinking though...
If I hadn't taken choir for all of high school and also college, I would not even know how to read music. And if that had been the case, I would have probably frozen in my seat when my name was called on Sunday (actually I wouldn't even be on mission, but that's a longer story for another day). I've pondered about this experience, and about the purpose of this life.
One day we will be called from this mortal existence, and the time for preparation will have passed. We'll be standing before the judgement bar of God and there won't be a thing we can do to change the way we will be at that point. So it is extremely important that all of us use this life to the fullest, and prepare as best we can to meet our Heavenly Father with no regrets!
About personal revelation: Saturday night, we were making dinner in the flat, and I was putting a package of instant noodles on the stove to cook. I was chatting with my companion about the blessings of serving a mission, and I was looking at my small square of noodles in the pot. I walked out and got the other package I had from the room and walked back in, saying I'd received personal revelation. My companion looked at me like she was impressed, and then I held up the noodles and said "One package will not be enough."
On a serious note though, I have had a bit of revelation. The Lord wants me to learn something in Zambia, and while I'm looking forward to the day President says I'm getting transferred there, I still want to be in Lilongwe for a while longer.
The work here is progressing as always. President P just raised our Zone goal of 26 lessons a week to 28 lessons! It makes me happy that he (and the Lord) has such faith in the way we work, and it shows that he knows we can do it! (Of course, there are some weeks that my companion and I just laugh because we're hitting 30+ lessons a week!)
Love you so much! I'm so happy you are my father for all eternity!
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Well, the closing remarks of this lesson will be brought to you by Coke, without which my companion would be sprawled on the floor with her scriptures on her face.
To put it in short, God Be With You Til We Meet Again!
Sister Adams
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