Monday, August 29, 2016
A tough nut to crack
I'm so sorry my email didn't send last week! I'm a dork and didn't realize the pictures never loaded so here we are. Well I'll try to make this one good to make up for it.
Well, I'd like to share a little adventure I had this week. We opened a coconut! Movies totally lie about coconuts guys. Here's what they really look like:
You have to break open this super thick, tough husk to get to the actual nut. We used a screwdriver and a combination of stabbing and dragging the screwdriver down the side. Can you see the nut in there? Pretty cool, right?
As we were opening the coconuts, I realized that they were a lot like the people we teach. Looking at the outside, you'd never know there was something wonderful in there. It takes a lot of work, concentration, and patience to get the husk off. Then you realize that there's more you need to break through. Some people give up, but they miss out on the reward. Because when you finally break open the nut and get to the meat, it's delicious. Beautiful, white, and pure. Just like when someone is being taught by the missionaries. People always seem pretty rough, and sometimes the ones who seem cool turn out to be decoys. You have to put a lot of work and apply pressure exactly right if you want the Spirit to penetrate their heart. But when you are finally able to glimpse what's inside them, it's beautiful. But you'd never know there was something in there if you didn't put in the work to find out. The Savior is a master at cracking through our rough exterior. He knows that there is something wonderful and worth having on the inside, so He patiently applies pressure and helps to reveal the treasure inside. I don't know if I could open a coconut every day, but I'm sure glad that the Savior can see my worth and helps me to get rid of everything holding me back.
We're teaching a few people right now, but nobody is really progressing. That's okay, we are just going to push forward in faith, praying that God will show us how to apply pressure so we can get to their hearts.
We're teaching one woman right now who informed us that she has a "cussing problem." She didn't have to tell us, because she's already said the f-word like 4 times by that point. We definitely need guidance on that one. Sister Garlick and I just got in the car and blasted Mo Tab. It's a good thing God knows what He's doing, because I sure don't. Tralala.
I love you all so much! Thank you for being the best and supporting me on this crazy journey.