Dear Family and Friends,
Weekly, missionaries throughout the world are encouraged to write their families and mission president's. Each Monday, on preparation day, I receive and read over 100 letters. As a guideline, I have asked our missionaries to write to me about the FACTS. Family, Area, Companion, Testimony and a Spiritual Experience. I would like to share one of my missionaries spiritual experiences with you. As a little background, the story takes place in one of most remote cities of our mission on the border of Guyana and Suriname, a city called Corriverton.
Dear President Egbert,
This Sunday made my week great! My companion and I were sitting in church, waiting for the members to arrive, when we saw James, Kamala's neighbor, and his son-in-law crossing the road to church. We did not however, see Kamala. Kamala had severely sprained her ankle two days earlier and so my companion and I assumed she would not be attending church.
Two minutes before church started, Kamala came limping through the front door of the church. With a look of exhaustion and sweat on her face, she looked at me and said, "I did it, I am here!" She then smiled and took her seat. I was touched and shocked! Kamala had limped over a mile to attend church. I asked her why she came. Her response was one of a true disciple. "I needed to pay my tithing and partake of the blessings of the sacrament." I then asked her why she didn't take a taxi. This response humbled me even more. With tears in her eyes she said, "If I had taken a taxi, I would not have had enough money to pay my tithing."
It took her over an hour to walk the dirt roads. One small painful step at a time. She knew God's commandments and had faith that he would open the windows of heaven and pour out blessings on her and her family.
I love this work President.
Your mom and I love to share these mission experiences with you. It reminds us of the spiritual letters we received from Cam, Nic, Jon and Marissa when they were serving. May we all continue to come closer to our Savior one step at a time.
Love Dad and Trini
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