As Sister Evenson and I were helping clean up from the Christmas party on Saturday evening three people called me Sister in passing- just Sister. For some odd reason this really stuck out to me and I thought about it over and over and over. While thinking I looked at what was happening around me and realized how it bore testimony to my calling as “Sister.”
Monday- They call me sister because my companion and I never fail to crack someone up at dinner because we bicker like old ladies. She is one of my very best friends and one I never would have had if I did not bear the title Sister. With her as my companion we can turn Cassie’s bad day experiences and a conversation about poor hair dye choices to a lesson about enduring to the End through the Atonement of Jesus Christ. And we did. That’s why they call us Sisters not Elders 😉
Tuesday- They call me sister because instructing in zone training is one of my favorite things to do. Sister Evenson taught the zone how to find the needs and concerns of the investigator on a much deeper level using charity and patience.
And they call me sister because the wonderful less-active women in this ward we visit ARE my sisters. I love them with all my heart.
Wednesday– They call me sister for all the tears and laughs that are shared in lessons with Ashlynn. We listen as she explains the struggles of parenting young children and we learn how to endure all things, believe all things, and hope for all things.
We were also able to help out with Young Womens in Excellence by slicing apples and cheese!! It was so fun to see all the pictures of their trek experiences! I miss my days on trek and loved being a sister to so many wonderful brothers and sisters!
Thursday– They call me Sister because I am one of those incredibly blessed individuals to teach people who are prepared to recieve the Gospel of Jesus Christ and repent. Now. We went to teach The Word of Wisdom to Cassie on Thursday and the first question we asked was “So how has your reading been going?” And she said, “Well I’ve been praying and I want to give up smoking. I think reading when I get a craving will help.”
She already knew the member we brought, Brother Lawrence. He’s a convert of about a year and he just jumped right in to teach the Word of Wisdom. We pretty much didn’t need to say a word excpet bear our testimonies. It was the most amazing miracle.
Friday– They call me Sister because all missionaries who are obedient and worthy are called to bear testimony of Jesus Christ and His atoning Sacrifice. As well as of His prophet in the last dispensation Joseph Smith. We are called to bear testimony of The Restoration of The Gospel of Jesus Christ like Sister Evenson and I did to a wonderful 18 yr. old girl named Ashley.
Saturday– They call me Sister because I climb on roofs to hang Christmas lights, dig excellent holes for planting garlic, and have become a pro at setting up the chairs for sacrament meeting.
They call me Sister because I will knock on every single door in Woodstock no matter how cold it is and how many doors are slammed in our faces to find someone who will recieve The Gospel of Jesus Christ.
*Sidenote; our chapel is so small we have no pews. Only Chairs. No they are not comfortable.
Sunday– They call me Sister because I love to sing.
They call me Sister because Sister Evenson and I can take a 3 week convert like Phoebe to a lesson with Minnie and watch as the Lord works His magic. We can watch as Minnie’s interest in becoming a member of The church increases. We can listen as Phoebe bears a powerful testimony that this church is true.
They call me Sister because at 8 o’clock at night after uttering a prayer of faith and having found no investigators this week, we can walk out of the car, take 10 steps, knock on a door and teach the Restoration to a new investigator like Amy.
They call me Sister because what better title for a daughter of God serving those she loves? I truly love the people of the Shenendoah valley. They inspire and amaze me and I am proud to be their Sister.
I love my calling. I know now that it comes from God. He is my Light. I know He lives. This is the Church of The resurrected Christ. I know it. I love it. I live it. Thomas S. Monson is His Prophet. We are His sons and daughters. I testify to you that all is well in the world. “No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing. the Word of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent til it has penetrated every continent.”
I love you.