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17 November 2011

"We Are His Hands"

I knew today was goin to be a long day. In fact I'm still not home. Right now I'm sitting outside a jazz concert as an usher, something I hadn't planned on doing today. I was planning on being home by now and crashing into my bed. This morning I woke up at 6:08 to go tiny Spanish class. I don't think I can think entirely rationally at that hour because I made the desicion in that moment to reset my alarm for 9:50 and went back to sleep. I woke up at nine fifty wrote a paper for a class that took about ten minutes and I got dressed for the day. I have to pack two outfits in addition to the one I was wearing because I have volleyball class and also work. So I was late to my 11am logic class by a few minutes. Today we learned how to do proofs for syllogistic logic. It was good. I love my volleyball class! We were taught how to do jump serves last week and I've been improving at them. I used to be sad when I rotated out of the front row to serve, but now I enjoy playing every position. :D So when classes were over I went to work at the box office. It was an easy night at work. My boss asked if I could stay late to help usher for a jazz concert. My desires to make money outweighed my desires to get an early night sleep. I am here now at the concert. After the concert had been going on for a while a young lady, I presume 25 or 26 years old walked out of the concert with a phone to her ear. She walked out of the lobby and was pacing around outside the door. Eventually she say down with her head in her lap. It seemed like she was upset. I sat I the lobby and had a feeling to go talk with her and see if she was okay. Don't you hate it when that inner battle starts. It's none of your business just leave her alone. But what if someone in her family just died and she is all alone. No, she'll think you're some kind of weirdo just stay and do your job. I'm not even supposed to be here, what if I'm supposed to be here for this or something. That's ridiculous... That's when the scripture came to mind: "...willing to mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort..." I decided that I would act. That hardest part... What do I say...? ... So I walked out and started with "Are you alright?" she looked up at me. Clearly she had been weeping and was distraught as she answered that she was alright. I asked if I could have a seat next to her. I told her I didn't want to intrude but items bad that she was upset and all alone. She briefly explained that a lot of different things were not quite right with her roomstes and a number of other things. On top of that She had just gotten a voicemail forma her employer who was disappointed with her. I told her. I expressed my sympathy and didn't try to offer any advice. I spoke with her for about a half hour and when she left she was smiling. At this point the concert has ended and i am walking home. I am grateful that the Lord knows His children. I know that although I had noises what to say to her that I was able to help her feel a little better. I'm grateful that the Lord put me in that position to be able to reach out to her. I'm not a perfect person and I don't know everything, but I know that God is there, and I know he is very aware of each of us. I hope that the Lord trusts me enough to be there for those who need someone to listen. My heart is full of gratitude And love for the experience I had tonight. “We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us” (President Thomas S. Monson, “What Have I Done for Someone Today?” Ensign, Nov. 2009, 86).

1 comment:

  1. Ben thanks for sharing that. It was honestly quite touching. Dont you love how the Lord puts people in our lives, exactly when we need them. So many mini miracles that often go unnoticed.


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