Food for the Soul

My sweet husband and I were recently called as ward missionaries in our new ward. And what an adventure it has been ever since! I have never spent so much time with the missionaries. We have been blessed to have their sweet spirit in our home multiple times a week and we help them teach lessons all the time. 

Recently, I had an experience that strengthened my testimony of our Heavenly Father’s love for each of His children and His awareness of us all. I was at the grocery store to get the things I needed to make dinner for the missionaries that night and I had the prompting to make twice the amount that I normally do. I followed it, thinking that if anything, we would have some leftovers and I would be off the hook for cooking for a day or two. 

That night, the missionaries and Ty were extra hungry and ate almost the whole 2 pans of enchiladas, leaving 4 behind. As we were heading out the door with the missionaries to go visit one of their investigators, Mike, Ty had the distinct prompting to bring the last 4 enchiladas with us. We packed them up and went over to the investigator’s home as quickly as we could.

When we arrived, Mike opened the door in a panic. He told us that he didn’t have time to talk because he was frantically looking for some food for his sick, 90 year old mother who stays with him. He ran out of food and money that day and his mom desperately needed something to eat, but no one would help him.

We tried our best to calm him down and told him that we had some food in the car that we felt we should bring with us. Ty went and got the last enchiladas and we brought them into his house so they would have some food until Mike got his paycheck the next day.

That lesson, we were able to share how I had been inspired to make extra food and Ty was inspired to bring it with us because Heavenly Father was aware of Mike and his mother. I wish I could say that he was converted on the spot, but that’s not the case. More than anything, I learned that we can be a powerful tool in the hands of the Lord when we choose to listen and obey. Just like Heavenly Father was aware that Mike would need food that day, He is aware of each of us on such an individual level.

It is my humble testimony that we are never forgotten by the Lord. He is so involved in the intricate details of our lives and will always provide a way for us as we seek His help and do all we can. Not only does He remember us, but He remembers our brother’s and sister’s around us too. I know it is our sacred privilege to be His hands to help those around us, especially because we see His hand so often in our own lives. The Lord loves his children and what a privilege it is to help Him care for each one.