One of the things I enjoy about my job is all of the different kinds of people that I get to meet. Especially in the economic times that we are in it seems like there is no end to the spectrum of people that walk through the door at work. I love hearing their stories and offering some kind of help. More often than not I am humbled and sorrow filled by the trials these people pass through. Nearly every day I meet someone that I end up pleading for in prayer because their stories break my heart. The pain in their eyes nearly brings me to tears.
The other day this week a man came in. I asked him if I could help him and he began to tell me his story. My heart ached for him. He was at his end and didn't know where else to go or what else to do. As I listened I wished there was so much more I could do for him than listen.
The thing that touched me most was he was telling me all of the different things he had been trying to fix his dire situation. At one point he pointed at his knees. They were seriously callused and he said that most of his time not spent on his feet was time spent on his knees. I thought of how much time I spent on my knees and pleaded with my Father. It was kind of a reminder of what I should be doing. The only time I have ever gotten calluses on my knees was on my mission. I plead so much, especially in the beginning, that my knees got serious calluses. I want to be like that again...pleading with the Father with sincerity in all that I do.
38aPray always, and I will bpour out my Spirit upon you, and great shall be your blessing—yea, even more than if you should obtain ctreasures of earth and corruptibleness to the extent thereof.
D&C 19:38
2 comments:
i am so glad that you started blogging again! i occasionally checked your blog from the link on meg's blog. anyways, i can't wait to read more about what's going on with you!
Thanks for sharing this story. Once again you have made my day.
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