Someone in His Eyes

I have met all sorts of people as a missionary. Everyday you meet someone new, someone different, or sometimes you meet someone that looks just like the person you met yesterday... Hmm...That's weird...

Some rich, some poor, some happy, some sad. 

Some have a lot and some have nothing at all.

There are people in a hurry and people who take it slow. 

People working and people vacationing

Locals and Tourists

Business Men and Beach Bums

Old school Seniors and Single Mothers

They are all different, and yet the same. You may wonder what they all have in common. Well you see:

 Me and You

She and He

They and We

Are ALL Children of our Heavenly Father. No matter where we live, how we dress or what we look like, we are all equally loved by Him. He is mindful of all of us, meaning He knows our name, our needs, and what will help each of us learn and grow to become like Him. HE KNOWS US.

"God sees you not only as a mortal being on a small planet who lives for a brief season- He sees you as His child. He sees you as the being you are capable and designed to become. He wants you to know that
YOU MATTER TO HIM" - Dieter F. Uchtdorf

How wealthy you are DOES NOT MATTER. What kind of car you drive, especially when compared to your neighbor DOES NOT MATTER. Where you live or even what kind of job you have DOES NOT MATTER. What MATTERS is that you are happy where you are with what you have. That you don't take the people in your life for granted, and that you are trying your best to be like Christ. That is what is important. That is what I have learned on my mission. It is hard to remember your worth in a world full of billions of people but never forget that you are Someone in His Eyes.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

9 Months

39 Weeks

274 Days

6,576 Hours

394,560 Minutes

23,673,600 Seconds

That is time spent waking up every morning at six-thirty, exercising, and getting ready for the day. Time studying the scriptures, knocking on doors, and teaching people about the Gospel. That is time being used all day focusing on others and the Savior. That is the life of a missionary.

Everyday. Everyday. Everyday.

And no matter how you want to look at the numbers, it adds up to half of my mission. That means I only have: 9 MORE months to testify of Christ, 39 MORE weeks to share the Book of Mormon, 274 MORE days to go door to door, 6,576 MORE hours to help people apply the Atonement, 394,560 MORE minutes to teach people about the Restoration, and only 23,673,600 MORE seconds to represent Christ with a name tag on, and a companion by my side. And don't think for a second that I will waste any of that precious time I have left, I won't, because I simply love it too much, to do that.

The more I think about it the more 9 months seems like not enough time. Because it isn't. Thank goodness Heavenly Father knows that and allows us to be missionaries for the rest of our lives and all of eternity. I am grateful for that. Especially when my time on a mission is limited, it is great to know as President Uchtdorf put it "We are made of the stuff of eternity. We are eternal beings, children of the almighty God, whose name is Endless and who promises eternal blessings without number." That missionary work doesn't have a time limit.  So time can continue to tick, tock, on because I know "He hath made everything beautiful in His time..." (Ecclesiastes 3:11)