True story. All six sisters moved to a two person apartment with the north pole sisters (with one bathroom mind you) this week. haha tis been the most crazy, insane, creative time in the world. but we have been greatly blessed.
we had to wash every stitch of clothing we owned. all of it. we dropped 60$ at the laundromat and are homeless, living out of trashbags filled with clothes. haha. i never realized how much i love the schedule of the mission, because when we by necessity had to alter some of our study routine and planning routine to deal with the bed bug situation, i felt a deep sense of longing. but, as nephi, "i will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance" 1 nephi 1:20.
one of my favorite experiences of my entire mission happened at the laundromat. There was a man there who was about 65, wearing a beanie and a face of scruff. i felt inclined to take a break from the stress of the bed bug situation and talk to him. he was SO friendly and kind, and it didn't take me long to discover that he was homeless and was staying on a private property with permission of the owner. The spirit whispered to my heart that there was NOTHING to fear from this man. we had a wonderful talk, unfettered from concern or social boundaries. We found we shared a love for the sky and for the beauty and a common optomism for life. At the end of our exchange I offered him a book of mormon and he kindly and hastily declined. we then were taken out to lunch by the owner of the lanudromat haha, and when we came back there was my friend, Hunter Wood, ( I love that name) sitting by the entrance and he beckoned and asked me to come over. Sister Honey came with of course and we sat and talked.
It felt like christ was sitting on my heart. i could hardly focus for the love i felt eminating from my heart. we sat there and talked while he smoked, with smoke blowing in my face and this burning lovinglovingloving spreading throughout my being. i don't know that i have ever felt happier in my life. he finally asked if he could take me up on that offer of the book of mormon and said that he had looked into the church previously. i had still had the book of mormon in my hands when he asked.
I don't know how to adequately describe why it was a sacred experience. But i felt as if some sort of mortal veil had been taken off of my eyes. Instead of seeing a hobo, i saw a special son of our heavenly fathers, who had a gift of joy and a gift of humility. i haven't seen him since but i know i will see that man again.
Please. have charity. do not judge. just love.
I love you as well good friends.
Sister Galli
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