I have an amazing visiting teacher who always asks me,
"Did you write that down?"
when I tell her something,
so Jen, this one's for you!
I have been blessed with many tender mercies
and I know I don't always recognize them.
But in the last week I have had three.
I received a card in the mail
from a dear friend and neighbor
who has been across the country
helping her son and grandkids
for about five weeks.
She wrote to me that
I had been on her mind
and went on to tell me
the things she loved and
appreciated about me.
Little did she know that I was
depressed and struggling with doubt
about the things she was so kind about.
Heavenly Father knew though.
I am our ward's music chairman
and am responsible for musical numbers.
The ward choir wasn't able to perform
as they usually do the third Sunday
and I struggled to find a replacement number.
I felt strongly that
"Consider the Lilies of the Field"
should be presented.
I ran out of time to find a soloist
so I began to practice the song
myself as a piano solo, but started to get sick.
In the end there was no special number
and I was really disappointed.
I had previously asked a woman in the ward
to perform the 4th Sunday.
She called on Tuesday to tell me that
she will be playing
"Consider the Lilies of the Field".
Maybe I'll never know why this song
needs to be played.
Maybe it's for me!
Yesterday Nick came to tell me
that a woman and her father
were at our door.
I've never met this woman,
but I recently talked to her on the phone.
Her mom is a neighbor and is dying.
My mom and I were her
visiting teachers for many years.
I didn't go downstairs to talk
because I was a mess;
coughing up a storm
(see previous post)
(see previous post)
and letting the adversary
get to me about my self worth.
Nick went back and told them
I was sorry but I was sick
in bed with pneumonia.
She sent back a message
to get better and
"I feel the Spirit in your home."
Immediately my spirits lifted.
She was an angel and a tender mercy.
