His Hands

Hey Everyone!!! So life in the Imperial Valley is FINALLY starting to cool off! Yesterday it was only 80 when we went outside to exercise it was AMAZING. I almost thought about grabbing my sweatshirt. But during the day it only gets to about 101 so that is exciting!

So besides the weather, this past week has been pretty rough. On Wednesday we found out that our one investigator who had been lying to us had been assaulted over the weekend and Mexicali and left for dead. Once someone found him and after he got back over the border he was flown to Palm Springs ICU and had to have some major reconstructive surgery on his shattered jaw and cheek bone. They honestly didn't think he was going to make it. But on Thursday our whole Zone did a Zone Fast for him and I know that the windows of heaven were poured upon Daniel! He has had a miraculous recovery and on Monday he was able to come back home. He is still in pretty bad shape; he has 2 huge black eyes, his eye balls are completely red, face swollen, staples on his head, and stitches on his forehead and eyebrow. Someone took a baseball bat to him......so you can definitely imagine what that would look like. So if everyone could keep him in your prayers we would really appreciate it.

Pray for my companion and I as well......it has been a pretty emotionally exhausting week! On top of everything with Daniel, we found out one of the Elders in our District was going home on Monday, my companion got a ticket for not fully stopping at a stop sign by a Highway Patrolmen in the middle of the city and I have to pay for half of the ticket, we didn't get much sleep since we were stressed out, and I seriously had the biggest mental block in preparation for my talk on Sunday, and I'm starting to get sick!

But even though things have been rough, my faith has never been stronger. I have spent a lot of time praying to Heavenly Father and have received so much comfort and strength from Him. It was such a humbling experience; for my talk on Sunday I literally had the hardest time preparing for it! I had no idea what to talk about and was loosing even more sleep about it. On Saturday night I was just tossing and turning the whole night and at 2 AM I finally decided to get up and try to write my talk. The main inspiration that I received was to read the lyrics to this song called "His Hands" by Kenneth Cope. So for my talk I was the concluding speaker, but only had 10 mins to talk. I stood up and began to talk and it was like my thoughts were instantly clear. I read the lyrics to the song for everyone and was in tears the whole time. I testified about being Disciples of Christ and how important it is for us to extend our hands out to those who are lost or struggling and helping them to come closer to our Savior Jesus Christ. It was super powerful and the Spirit was so strong in that room!

I am truly SO grateful for my Redeemer Jesus Christ and the sacrifices He made for me so that I may be able to receive strength and comfort everyday. So here are the lyrics to the song:

"His Hands, tools of creation, stronger than nations, power without end. And yet through them we find our truest friend.

His Hands, sermons of kindness, healing men's blindness, halting years of pain, children waiting to be held again.

His hands would serve His whole life through, showing man what hands might do. Giving, ever giving endlessly. Each day was filled with selfessness and I'll not rest till I make of my hands what they could be. Till these hands become like those from Galilee.

His hands, warming a beggar, lifting a leper, calling back the dead, breaking bread, five thousand fed.

His hands, hushing contention, pointing to heaven, ever free of sin, then bidding man to follow him.

His hands, clasp in agony, as He lay pleading, bleeding in the garden, while just moments away other hands betray Him out of greed, shameful greed.

And then His hands are trembling, straining to carry, the beam that they'd be nailed to, as he stumbles through the streets, heading for the hill on which He would die.

They take His hands, His mighty hands, those gentle hands, and then they pierce them. they pierce them, He lets them, because of love.

From birth to death was selflessness, and clearly now I see Him with His hands calling to me, and though I'm not yet as I would be, He has shown me how I could be, I will make my hands like those from Galilee."

I love you all, thank you for all of your support and love! xoxoxoxo

Sister Morgan