I struggle sometimes.
Because people in the Church aren't perfect.
My friend needed her gas stove lit Friday night.
She is disabled.
Traumatic brain injury.
No husband.
She called the Bishop.
He said he didn't have a gas stove so he didn't know how to light one.
Didn't know anyone in the ward who had a gas stove.
So I gave her the phone number of the Relief Society President.
Ah:)
She said "My husband and I will be right over."
And there it is.
Women were blessed with compassion.
We can be the MEANEST people on this earth to each other.
Or we can be the most loving.
I choose the latter.
My beautiful little visiting teacher just left my house.
I have generally had a huge dislike for the visiting teaching program.
But this woman..
She's different.
She like really LOVES me.
I'm not a number to cross off on her list.
She cries when she comes to visit.
She buys butterfly things when she sees them
Because she knows I'd like them.
She loves me.
It's new.
I like it.