Perspective. The spiritual experience for this week.

Perspective. The spiritual experience for this week.

We got a reference from the relief society presidency to visit a family who didn’t show up to church. She was pregnant with their first child and he was a grocery bagger. We visited them and no one was home or came to the gate, so i.... jimmied...and prayed with the gate and we passed through to their neighbors and the actual house. We knocked and someone answered said, she was in the hospital in dire condition near death and it didn’t look good. We were shocked we called the president reported it and left for home, it being 9:20. The next day we got the full run down; she had had the baby 2 months early and only weighed 1 kilo. The mother had a seizure mid child birth and was given a 50% to live the baby less. We rushed to the hospital with the bishop and found the young husband sitting there. We talked he told us everything, his wife in USI was unable to be visited until 2 o’clock approx. 4 hours. So i sat down, put my arm around him and prayed for my mouth to be filled. And it wasn’t. I didn’t say a word. I just sat there with my arm around him. And then it hit me. We didn’t teach a lesson we didn’t call anyone to repentance, we just "comforted those who stood in need of comfort" i dint use my Spanish didn’t have to. Later that day we came and visited him and with special permission passed and gave a blessing, as we exited the hospital looked back and saw him holding his unconscious wife’s hand next to his heart. later that day we talked to the bishop in a council, we all said a prayer and called the young father, the baby needed to be transported out of area via ambulance and the father had no money. The ward covered it. He was extremely grateful. Know the baby is in route and the wife, by a miracle and the power of the priesthood has woken up, exited USI and is recovering and getting better. I found the gospel of Jesus Christ this week, not in a lesson not in our 3 baptisms, but in a young father in a very humble hospital waiting room, who kept refreshing his phone lock screen just to see the picture of his wife and baby. Found it in a ward that pulled together who in humble circumstances themselves saved this man. I remembered my mom holding my dad’s hand in the hospital, i remembered there love. i realized when we lose are life we don’t actually lose it instead we give it away. i went back home and had my usual bowl of rice, did i like it, no i hated it still, but well i had a little more perspective and it tasted just a little better.

I have often dreamed of a far of place} where a hero’s welcome will be waiting at the gates where the crowd will cheer when they see my face, and a voice will say this is where I’m meant to be I will find my way I will go the distance ill bee there some day if i can be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while i will go almost anywhere to find where i belong.

Love you all