6 Months

Well today is the 1/4 way mark of my mission. It has gone by so fast I've learned so much but I still have an immense amount to learn.

This week was a different week. On Sunday after church I felt terrible. My head felt like it was going to explode. So I called the nurse and she told me to rest. Which I did. Then on Monday I felt the same pressure in my head. Same thing on Tuesday. On Tuesday I had the opportunity to go to the doctor. He told me I had bronchitis and sinusitis he got me squared away with some medicines then I began resting. I rested all day on Wednesday and Thursday. I have another appointment with him today and I hope things will be all good so I can go out and work. I don't have the pressure in my head anymore which is really good. I had a cool experience while I was eating lunch. I was with a member. This man is very poor and very very humble. On occasions he comes by our house on Sunday nights and knocks on the door. He tells us that he just wants to say hi and see how we're doing. Then he'll almost always ask us for something to eat for dinner. So I give him some crackers and bread. I believe this man was born with a cleft-lip and he had a surgery to fix it but it definitely left it's scars. He is generally rejected by the people here. So here I was sharing my lunch with this man and the words to the hymn "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" came to my mind. 

1. A poor, wayfaring Man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way,

Who sued so humbly for relief

That I could never answer nay.

I had not pow'r to ask his name,

Whereto he went, or whence he came;

Yet there was something in his eye

That won my love; I knew not why.

2. Once, when my scanty meal was spread,

He entered; not a word he spake,

Just perishing for want of bread.

I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,

And ate, but gave me part again.

Mine was an angel's portion then,

For while I fed with eager haste,

The crust was manna to my taste.

And when this came to my mind I felt a great love for this man who is so often rejected by the world. I felt something special and I thought of the last verse of the hymn.

7. Then in a moment to my view

The stranger started from disguise.

The tokens in his hands I knew;

The Savior stood before mine eyes.

He spake, and my poor name he named,

"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.

These deeds shall thy memorial be;

Fear not, thou didst them unto me."

With that I felt like it was a great honor to be sharing my "scanty meal" with this man. I believe I felt a portion of the Saviors love that he has for that man.

Thank you for everything.

-Elder Rowberry