Sono Contenta di essere una missionaria!

So me and my companion have been working real hard on our finding work and we totally hit our 15 hour goal this past week, but at the same time I was feeling a little frustrated cause it didn't really seem to get us anywhere. I don't like to get frustrated because I feel like my frustration only makes God frustrated. I know he is blessing us in so many ways and so if I give way to frustration it is like me disreguarding all that the Lord is trying to do for me and putting up a wall. my brain works in analogies and object lessons so bare with me for a minute. I feel like the Lord pours blessings down around us everyday, and when we are striving to count our blessings and realize the hand of the Lord in our lives we are like cups catching the blessings as they pour down, but the minute we begin to doubt or feel frustration our cup is flipped upside down. The blessings are still being poured down around us, we just aren't catching any of them. Sometimes it takes us a while to get our cups flipped rightside up again, but when we do, and once again begin to feel the blessings of The Lord, we also notice the large puddle around us and then we realize that in the moments we felt we'd been forgotten that we were never without the Lords blessings.

Ok hopefully that analogy wasn't too cheesy for you, but I just wanted to explain my thought process. I was kind of starting to feel frustrated, but I didn't want to allow those feelings to take over. So yesterday me an my companion decided to do some park. Doing park is a little bit hard for both of us because, well just think about it walking up to complete strangers who are playing with their children or reading a book and telling them we want to share with them a message about God is just a little nerve racking, especially when you are trying to make it not awkward. Anyway we walked into the park and fear (the black plauge of missionary work) was starting to take over. We walked around a little bit and then started towards the exit and I decided that I didn't want to leave I came to the park to talk to someone. I saw a women sitting on a bench reading a book and went over and introduced ourselves to her. She gave us the usual, you are weird and I don't really want to talk to you look, but I just kept on going. I just tried to be as genuine and honest as I could. I explained that yeah it was a little strange for us to come up to her like this in a park but I promised her that what we had to share would bless her life, and basically what did she have to lose. It was so awesome! the spirit was definitely helping me out, she gave us her phone number and we will hopefully have an appointment with her this week. That experience was definitely a tender mercy for me. The Lord is trying to tell me that there is always hope, and always blessings.

Something I have come to realize more and more since I have been on my misison is the whole idea of miracles. I understand now that sometimes miracles don't end in happily ever after, but it doesn't take away from the fact that it was a miracle. Maybe this women I talked to won't turn into an Ensign article, but it doesn't take away from the fact that the Lord had his hand in our lives and guided our paths to cross at that exact moment on that exact day. There are miracles all around us and I am so happy to be apart of God's great and wonderful plan.

Being a missionary is awesome, it has it's definite ups and downs but I know without a doubt that this is the true church of Jesus Christ and that God knows each and everyone of us so individually and personaly and NEVER EVER does he abondon us. The world is constantly trying to knock our cups over and tell us we are without hope and without God's love, but that is a lie! He lives and loves us!

I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying summer time! Take care!!!