Well now I'm with Hermana Dávila and she's super awesome. She's really organized and has a lot of self-inciative. She's really sweet too! I'm teaching her the area and we are finding lots of people to teach! Hermana Dávila has brought a new energy. I didn't realize that sometimes I was acting like a tired old lady until she came. I'm really glad that I have this chance to work with her.
I'm running low on time, but I want to share a poem with y'all. When I read it, it really made me think about what my Savior has done for me, and now what I have to do help others know about what Jesus Christ has done for them. Here it is:
One night I saw the Savior out
Where He should never be
A place of dirt and dark and sin
And I could not believe
That something here would bring the Lord
To come from heav'n above
That any of these filthy things
Was worthy of His love.
But there He was before my eyes
So glorious and bright
I had to know what brought Him there
To cross my path that night.
I humbly walked up to His side
And looked up to His face
And asked Him what had brought Him here
Out to this awful place.
He smiled a smile so sad and kind
That I began to weep
"Dear child,"he said "I've come out here
Because I've lost a sheep."
I knew at once that sheep was I;
I turned and hid my face
I knew that no excuse could tell
Why I was in that place.
Though He drew close, I did not look
My face was turned with shame
He spoke, and words cast out my fears
"It was for you I came.
For you I died and for you I
Descended from above
And you, despite these filthy things
Are worthy of my love.
I only ask that you have faith
And come and follow me.
And now, my child, I humbly ask
D'you love me more than these?"
I threw my arms around His neck
He put His arms 'round me
"I do,"I said through sobs and tears
"I love you more than these."
And then He said, "You are forgiv'n
But there's still work to do.
Though you are clean I still must seek
The others just like you.
You're not the only sheep that's here
And this will be your test:
Give up your sins and filthy things
And help me find the rest."
And often since that far-off day
I've left my home and fire
To seek the other souls He's lost
For that pursuit is higher.
It matters not how far I go
To whom I give a hand
For in that day, so long ago,
He made me understand
That I must leave my peaceful home
Like He left heav'n above
For all mankind, despite their sins,
Are worthy of His love.
I love y'all!
Hermana Stevenson
I'm running low on time, but I want to share a poem with y'all. When I read it, it really made me think about what my Savior has done for me, and now what I have to do help others know about what Jesus Christ has done for them. Here it is:
One night I saw the Savior out
Where He should never be
A place of dirt and dark and sin
And I could not believe
That something here would bring the Lord
To come from heav'n above
That any of these filthy things
Was worthy of His love.
But there He was before my eyes
So glorious and bright
I had to know what brought Him there
To cross my path that night.
I humbly walked up to His side
And looked up to His face
And asked Him what had brought Him here
Out to this awful place.
He smiled a smile so sad and kind
That I began to weep
"Dear child,"he said "I've come out here
Because I've lost a sheep."
I knew at once that sheep was I;
I turned and hid my face
I knew that no excuse could tell
Why I was in that place.
Though He drew close, I did not look
My face was turned with shame
He spoke, and words cast out my fears
"It was for you I came.
For you I died and for you I
Descended from above
And you, despite these filthy things
Are worthy of my love.
I only ask that you have faith
And come and follow me.
And now, my child, I humbly ask
D'you love me more than these?"
I threw my arms around His neck
He put His arms 'round me
"I do,"I said through sobs and tears
"I love you more than these."
And then He said, "You are forgiv'n
But there's still work to do.
Though you are clean I still must seek
The others just like you.
You're not the only sheep that's here
And this will be your test:
Give up your sins and filthy things
And help me find the rest."
And often since that far-off day
I've left my home and fire
To seek the other souls He's lost
For that pursuit is higher.
It matters not how far I go
To whom I give a hand
For in that day, so long ago,
He made me understand
That I must leave my peaceful home
Like He left heav'n above
For all mankind, despite their sins,
Are worthy of His love.
I love y'all!
Hermana Stevenson