My companion noticed my sadness and withdrawal, so she started to wake up, work out, and be more prompt to please me. I noticed this and was grateful for it, but it still did not seem to make a difference to my heart. I wondered why. So did she. We were able to talk briefly discussing our feelings, but it was just a patch on our wounded companionship.
By Saturday, things had gotten better. I was extremely grateful for that, especially since it was our day to go to the temple with four of our ward members who were receiving their endowments! Paul, Pat, Caveen, and Rudy were all there to make covenants with their Heavenly Father! Brother Wagner was there for the first time in 15 years! My heart was so touched to see them experience this beautiful day in the house of The Lord!
I was honored to be able to join them in the Manhattan temple! We were eager to accept the invite, and woke up at 3:50 am to be ready to leave for NYC at 5. Tears filled my eyes as we passed through New Jersey over the George Washington bridge onto the island of Manhattan. I was home! I was back! I squealed with glee when I saw the Freedom Tower lit up at the base of the island! What a wonderful place I serve in! I can't believe I am actually here at times! Needless to say, it was a priceless and unforgettable experience!
But Satan knew we were on a spiritual high and was ready to bring us back down. Sadly, he succeeded....briefly. The day before we had completed most of our weekly planning, but had not yet done our companionship inventory. I think Sister Steele thought I would forget about it, so when we found we had extra time in our schedule and I suggested we do it then, her attitude took a 180. As I read through the things we were to discuss, her answers were sighs of frustration and apathy. Wanting to keep the peace, I moved on to the next sentence. She refused to participate and began to put herself and her abilities down. My last fuze of patience blew. In frustration I told her much of the things that have been running through my mind that
week. Clearly she was surprised by the tone of my voice and my "no mincing of words." I declared in frustration that she was doing things to please me, instead of doing it because she had covenanted with The Lord to do so. She stormed off to the bathroom and locked herself away for an hour or so. I had a lot of time to think about what I had said. I didn't regret any of it...I just regret the tone that I used to say it.
The General Women's Conference was that night. We sat in separate pews as we took in the loving chastisement from our beloved leaders. The message was to love, to get along, and to see each other for our
similarities and not our differences. We were humbled. At home we said a prayer together. I prayed for both of our hardened and hurt hearts to be healed. I asked her for forgiveness and a hug. She eagerly gave them both with a smile. Both of our hearts had been touched by the prayerful message given at this conference! God took control of our situation and made everything work out perfectly.
Later I found out my companion had messaged our mission president and asked for his help. Apparently what was said in our discussion was what she needed to hear, despite her wanting to hear it. He called her up the next morning, and since then a happy change has occurred. She has been trying so hard to do everything that is required of her! I have been very impressed with her desire and humility and forgiveness
of me. We are working together now better than we ever have before! Her whole attitude has changed. It is a MIRACLE! Whew...how could so much happen to us in just a few hours?
The last few days have been wonderful! We were able to help two of our
members out by helping them clean up their yard and patio in
preparation to hopefully sell their house. Haha...doing yard work in
skirts is always an adventure :)Just a few minutes ago I got a phone call from my favorite potential investigator, Rose. She said that her brother in law passed away, and she was wondering if we could come and comfort her sister tomorrow before the funeral! I was so touched she reached out to us! She continued to tell us we were her earthly angels and how she always told everyone about how nice we are. One of her sisters was the one who suggested she call us up to see if we could help. I was so grateful she trusts us enough to reach out to us in her time of need! The Lord has blessed us with the opportunity to be in her life, and I hope we can continue to be the angels she needs through this hard time!
My testimony has been my anchor this week. My Savior has been there every step of the way. I knew it! I could feel the Spirit's influence powerfully this week, especially on my down days. The Lord gave me the comfort I needed exactly when I needed it. I was alone, but I never felt alone. The Lord is my rock. He is my guide. He is my shepherd who lovingly leads me. I am so grateful for a "bad week," because it gave me the opportunity to have a firmer conviction that he is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS there! My MTC Zone Leader sent me this scripture today. I love it's message: (2 Corinthians 12:8-10)
8 For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.
9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.
God is good, isn't he? :D Don't forget that! I hope you have a wonderful week! But whether it be a good week or a bad week, make sure
Love Always,
Sister Weyandt
it is a week where you include The Lord!
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