This week has been one I will never forget.
Last Friday (about two weeks ago now) sister butler and I got a call from a lady way out west in McCook telling us that her friend was in the hospital with her husband charley who was put in a medically induced coma due to a drug overdose. Sister butler and I showed up and sister Larreau was a mess just crying and shaking and almost inconsolable. She got a priesthood blessing and so did her husband. Everything seemed like it would go fine the blessing talked about a speedy recovery and we left knowing that no matter what happened things would be okay. We called people to have meals brought to sister larreau and her son and the ward was super nice and supportive. They did the best the could to comfort her and her son. We continued to go back to the hospital everyday that they were here sharing scriptures and just being a support. She was 5 hours away from anyone she knew. As we continued to go over to the hospital charley just kept getting worse until he was having seizures almost constantly. The doctors did an EEG scan and told us that charley wasn't going to make it. We called someone to give him another blessing and it pretty much said that he was already gone. It was hard to whiteness someone pretty much dying in front of my own eyes. My heart was broken for sister larreau and her family. This man was only 35 years old. I started to think about why this would happen to a man who was so young. I think I went though the whole grieving process in about 10 mins. Then I started thinking about this family and how they would get along and what would happen to them... and then something happened to me, I just had a really clear thought that I didn't have to worry about it. They weren't my responsibility, I didn't have to take on their burden I didn't have to be sad or mad or hurt for them. Someone had already done that for them. I remember thinking " I don't know how Jesus Christ did it" I don't know how he could suffer all of our pains and hardships and everything for everyone in this world. I started thinking about the love that he has for all of us, and how because of him we will all have a chance to return to live with heavenly father. I am indeed grateful for the savoir and for the things that he did for me and what he did for the ones that I love so very much. I am so happy to know the Plan of salvation. I don't know why I was supposed to go through that here on my mission but I am glad that I did. I am glad that I was able to be there and be strong for someone else and to tell them that it was okay because god loves them and knows them personally. I am truly grateful to be on a mission and to help others. I know that this church is the true church once again restored to the earth through the prophet Joseph smith and I know without a doubt in my mind that Christ is aware and loves all of his children in any circumstance.
Its a good day to be a missionary.