Bring Him Home

If any of you know me at all, you know that I love my Broadway music. So when I made a Broadway connection to a spiritual event this week, I knew I had to tell you all about it. But before we get into any of that, let me tell you about the rest of my week. 

It snowed this week! YAY! It was our walking week. BOO! Haha. So yes the week started with snow and Sister Ellett and I had to put on our big girl boots and keep moving forward cause haha #nottodaysatan. We started contacting people in the beginning of the day and didn't stop until dinner when we had our appointment for the night. Guess how many doors we knocked on that didn't answer. Just take a wild guess. ZERO! Everyone let us talk to them. Everyone. Some may say that it was because of the snow and people felt bad for us... and it’s very true for some that might have been the case but I also am a strong believer that we received so much success because God loves us and knows that we were going out and doing a hard thing and He wanted to bless us. Man alive God is so good. 

Wednesday we got to make these really cute puppet things with one of our investigators Brooklyn. She is so cute and we love her. We do primary lessons with her every week. She is amazing and wants to be baptized but can't because of her parents. But we do primary lessons with her at grandma’s every Wednesday and always have a great time. 

(side note I just found out that my companion titled her mass email "mama mia hear we go again"... can you tell we are a match made in heaven?) 

Saturday we got to go on a road trip to Meridian for a baptism of a girl Sister Ellett taught. I got to see a bunch of my favorite people and the baptism was amazing. I never met this girl before but the spirit in that room was so strong. I loved it.

So now on to my Les Mis part of the email. So this week I found out that a dear dear friend of mine got baptized. His name was Jim Frost. He was someone I taught in my first area. Really like my first real investigator. I taught him for about 4 months and I saw him grow tremendously in the gospel. He prayed out loud for the first time with me. (this guy is in his 70s). He started to gain a testimony of the Book of Mormon while I was there. I cried over this man a million times because I just wanted him so badly to get baptized and he just refused. When I found out that this man, that I love so dearly, decided to get baptized my soul was overwhelmed with joy. So on Sunday, we got to hear from a member of the 70 and his talk was all about how God is our loving Heavenly Father. He shared a story with us of when he was a mission president and President Nelson came to his mission to evaluate it. He told President Nelson all these huge plans of how they were going to raise their "numbers" and how statistically this is the best thing that he thinks they can do for the mission and blah blah blah. President Nelson stopped him mid-sentence and said, "I don't really think God cares much about any of this. He just wants his children home." That's all he wants. He wants us to come home. He wants us home because we are His.

So I looked back on this experience with Jim and thought about how I felt when I realized that he was taking the steps he needed to come home. I thought about how much I have come to love this man that I literally have known for under 2 years and taught even less than that. Then I thought about our Heavenly Father and how He must have been feeling that day. Heavenly Father has known Jim for an eternity. Knew him before he even came to this earth. Heavenly Father has taught, loved, and watched this man as he has slowly over the years come closer and closer to baptism. I know the Heavenly Father's soul was overwhelmed with joy when Jim made the decision to be baptized. He could finally say my son Jim is on his way to come home, and that is all our Heavenly Father wants.

That is my testimony that I want to leave with you this week. I know Heavenly Father knows what we are going through and blesses us and I know that He is just waiting for the day for each of us to come home.

Sister Aase