Once upon a time.
When my companion wasn’t my companion, she met a lady in a dog park. And like all good missionaries, she struck up a conversation. In which she invited this sweet lady to come to the Portland Temple Visitors Center.
Which is a great place to visit by the way.
I, myself, am quite partial to it.
Anyways, she was super stoked to come visit.
With her daughter.
However, she is a very busy woman.
And her daughter is even busier.
So we haven’t as of yet been able to schedule a time when both of them are available to come visit. >
But the other day we called.
Because it’s transfers.
And transfers are a great excuse to see people.
Because you may never see them again.
And that touches people.
And guess what.
The timing just happened to be perfect.
I say that because she wasn’t particularly busy.
But also because she needed the call.
Almost as soon as she answered I could tell.
She was upset about something.
It had been weighing on her mind for quite some time.
And right then I knew.
I just KNEW we needed to pray with her.
I had no idea why.
But the Lord knew.
He knew that it would mean something special to her.
He knew that she used to have a friend that she would pray with when things got hard.
So He made it happen.