As you can see, I have started a blog.

As you can see, I have now started a blog. Ha. Jokes on you, you will all be hearing from me a lot more than you thought you would.  You cannot escape me.

I have learned something over the past couple weeks. The Lord takes care of His missionaries. I mean, I expected that He would keep us safe and guide us to people who need our help, but what I didn't
realize is that it is much more intimate than that.  God watches over us and helps us with everything.  Even down to the little things like when my companion's shoe finally gave out and got a hole in the bottom. Through a series of circumstances, He provided her with new, very nice and expensive rain boots for free, all in the same day.  Or when we got a flat tire and we were able to role right into the gas station with grace and no complications. As we were getting the spare and the jack out of the trunk my companion prayed, "please Lord, teach me how to change a tire."  Less than a minute later a delightful gentleman walked up to us and offered to teach us how to change a tire. Heavenly Father answered our humble and kind of desperate prayer. Or when we were driving and got right into a bus's blind spot. It started merging into our lane and we just about got smashed between it and a large truck. But, in a seemingly impossible move, we barely made it through. It was crazy. I swear our car was squished somehow. Like the Knight Bus on Harry Potter, that is exactly what it felt like. Both my companion and I looked at each other with awe. We both knew immediately that God and His angels were keeping us safe. God looks after His missionaries.

Now these are just a few things that He has helped us with over the past month. And some might say that they are just coincidences. But we have a saying in our mission: God doesn't do random.  Or, as Taylor
and I like to quote from Sherlock, when Mycroft asks "and what do we say about coincidences, Sherlock? And the detective answers "the universe is rarely so lazy."  Now this quote has popped into my head
many times over the last couple weeks. But I can kind of tweak it to missionary life.  "God is rarely so lazy", but God is not lazy at all. In fact, He is the exact opposite. He is constantly looking after us and blessing our lives. Heavenly Father has His hand in every part of our lives. He has given us everything, including His Son.  He is all powerful, all knowing, and He is our Father.  We are His children. We have the potential to become like Him and He sees that in us. He cares so deeply for us that what is important to us, is important to Him. This is my testimony. I have experienced too much, felt too much joy and overwhelming peace and assurance that I could never deny it. There is a God, and He is our Heavenly Father.  May we each try to draw closer to Him by learning of His Son Jesus Christ, and praying to Him. How long has it been since you spoke to your Father in Heaven?