I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine’s Day! I feel like I’ve been giving much more attention to my Instagram, posting daily there. I think one of the reason is because I love seeing who reads my posts and interacting and conversing with the people who read them, and people are so much more engaged on Instagram! It’s so much easier to like and comment on there, which I totally get and do it myself as well! And I want to make an Instagram book which is much easier to make, one of the other reasons why. But I have not forsaken the blog, I still love blogging, I am getting ready to start a very fun new series with my sewing projects, and you can’t post a tutorial on Instagram! I love that I can write as long as I want on my blog, even though I have been Insta-blogging and my captions are like a short blog post anyway. Haha.
Anyway, if you are new here, I started sharing the miracles and the stories from when I served a LDS mission. I post it every Sunday on my Instagram and on this blog the following Monday. If you’d like to catch up on the rest of my stories, you can click on the hashtag below.
#Sundaymissionstory#tyausunday One Friday around 8 pm, as my companion and I were looking at our ward list deciding who to visit, we felt prompted to visit one particular less-active(no longer attends church) single parent dad.
We knocked on his trailer and he opened the door and invited us in and we quickly saw 5 kids ages 4-12 running around, one of them a 10 yr. old boy who was talking on the phone as he kept glancing at us. As soon as we sat down, the 10 yr. old boy came up to me and handed me the phone and said, “My mom wants to talk to you.” My first thought was, “Oh shoot, she’s going to be mad because we’re female missionaries visiting a single man.” Hesitantly I said, “Hello, this is Sister Choi.” Then I immediately heard sobbing through the phone. Through her sobs she finally said, “Sister, thank you. Thank you for coming to our home. I was just talking to my son as I was telling him, does God really love us? Does God really care about my children? No one in the ward has visited my family for a very long time. And right when I said that to my son, the doorbell rang, and my son told me it was the missionaries.” She cried some more and she said, “I know God loves my children. I know he cares about them. Thank you, Sister. I love you.”
Before I had the chance to ask her where she lived so perhaps I could pay her a visit, she said she had to go, and hung up the phone. I found out through her husband that she ran away from her family 4 years ago and she calls now and then, but never tells them where she is.
On this Valentine’s Day, whether you’re celebrating with someone you love, you had your heart broken, you’re alone or lonely, you feel hopeless or unappreciated, know that there is someone in Heaven who is watching over you and loves you more than you can comprehend. I don’t mean just God, but perhaps loved ones that’s passed on, your ancestors you’ve never met in this life, the dear friends you made before you came to this earth. You are NEVER alone, ignored or unloved. I know you are loved infinitely by many, more than you know.
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