Monday, May 4, 2015

This week our mission president's wife asked us to share a miracle with her, and so here is the miracle I shared.

                         The miracle of the Purple Haired Punk Girl

Besides the everyday miracles, of when someone calls us back, we receive an answer to our prayers, or even when someone happens to open the door for us. Those are miracles we witness every single day, and it is such a blessing to be able to see and be a part of them. It is amazing to be worthy of Heavenly Fathers grace and to witness so many miracles every single day.
                One miracle seems to be in the making right now, but the little miracles that have happened to get there are truly a testimony builder, a manifestation of God’s love for each of his children, and the divinity of his plan that he has for us.
                While serving in Bay City we one night received a call from a member who used to live there. She wanted us to go and visit her little sister. She told us her sisters’ name, where she lived and told us good luck.  So of course we went to go and try and meet her. We knocked on the door and it was opened. A young twenty year old girl, tattoos, piercings, purple hair came out. She was the one we were looking for. We sat and talked, and she asked us to share a scripture with her.  She needed help and she knew she could get it from the scriptures.  She was a twenty year old going through some hard times. She hasn’t been to church in four years, and in that span of time Satan hit her hard. Trial and temptation over and over again, basically drowning, and didn’t know what she was exactly missing, but we knew what she was missing. So we shared a scripture and bore witness of the love Heavenly Father has for her. We said a prayer and went on our way. The second she went inside, I turned to my companion and said “She’s going on a mission.” The spirit was so strong when I met that young lady, and I couldn’t even say her name right. But the spirit bore witness to me of how divine Heavenly Fathers plan is.
                As time went on, we would visit her and teach her. She would talk of the things she learned in seminary a few years ago, she remembered small things. She was changing, we would invite her to church, but she would never come. Then finally it was the weekend of General Conference, we invited her to come watch it with us in the church. The church she said she would never step foot in ever again. She came. She came to general conference. She took notes. She sat and listened to the leaders of this church, and loved it.  The entire time I knew she felt the spirit. She knew that this church was the answer to all her confusion and drowning. She just needed help back, and general conference was the first step. After conference we started to see a huge change in her. Changes by herself, obeying the word of wisdom, wanting scriptures to read, praying in lessons. She was changing right before our eyes. She would ask to come out teaching with us. She wanted to be around the spirit, she wanted to listen to us teach others. She was coming teaching with us every day. Even when we had 0 miles, she would walk to appointments with us.  She was dusting off her old testimony, and  reaching her hand out to Him for help.
Then it happened, she finally said it. “I know I am supposed to go on a mission.” All this change in a month or so. Changing, finding her way back, seeing the love, feeling the spirit. Witnessing miracles every single day. She was praying and reading. She was finding that testimony once again.
But it was going to take a lot more than that. But then another miracle happened. She came to church. She came, enjoyed every second of it.  She felt what it was like to be in the church again. The members embraced her with welcoming arms, remembering who she was. She proudly told everyone she was preparing to go on a mission.  As days goes on, she is teaching with us, bearing testimony, using the atonement, constantly changing. Growing a new found love for this gospel. This punk purple haired girl, is now asking us to help her shop for mission clothes, asking for  help to her do her family history, and wanting to be worthy to receive her patriarchal blessing.  She was giving talks at baptisms, she was being who her Heavenly Father wanted her to be. She started introducing her brother to the gospel. Teaching him the doctrine, reading the Book of Mormon with him. Being her own missionary to her family.
But this miracle of a punk purple haired girl is not over yet, it’s still  happening. She is preparing to enter into the temple, as well as preparing to receive her patriarchal blessing, and  preparing to serve a full time mission soon. The miracle of her is still happening every single day. It is not over.
The change I have seen in this one young ladies life is truly a testimony builder of how Heavenly Father has a divine plan for all of us. She has grown such a strong testimony, and her testimony is going to change the lives of so many. I know she has impacted my life, more than she will ever know. The miracles I saw daily with her is one thing I will never forget. The miracles of seeing her in church, sharing her testimony that was so dormant for so many years, and bringing her family unto Christ.  It’s a miracle she opened the door that first night.
 Its miracles like these that I just can’t help but thank my Father in Heaven for being able to be a missionary to witness miracles from one single person every single day.
I know that Heavenly Father has a divine plan. I know miracles happen in our lives every single day; we just have to stop and realize that they are there. Because they are!  It is the little things which can mean the most it seems like. I know miracles are real.  I have witnessed them over and over again.  And I know when we are worthy and do our part we will see so many more. When people say miracles don’t happen, they are looking too hard. Take a step back; you will realize miracles happen daily, hourly, they are constantly happening. The small things seem to matter most. We have miracles happen every day. I know this is true. Miracles are never ending. This miracle is still in the making. I know that Heavenly Father loves his children. He will never leave us no matter how far we stray.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen

Love Hermana Widdison

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