This past week has been a hard one for me. I've felt very lonely and confused and frustrated and sad. Yesterday, however, that all turned around.
On her way to work, Ems stopped by to say hi.
Melissa and Shonay came over to visit teach me because they're awesome.
Joseph Scoville stopped by our place--randomly--to help us fix our internet.
I went over to Joseph's to bring him cookies to say thank you and talked to him and Evan and Ally and Charlotte. They invited me over to watch a movie and do homework. I accepted.
Before going to bed, Elora and Elicia talked to me about life.
Yesterday, I felt very loved by the people reaching out to me. They were being the Lord's hands here on earth.
"A story is told that during the bombing of a city in
World War II, a large statue of Jesus Christ was severely damaged. When the
townspeople found the statue among the rubble, they mourned because it had been
a beloved symbol of their faith and of God’s presence in their lives.
Experts were able to repair most of the statue, but its
hands had been damaged so severely that they could not be restored. Some
suggested that they hire a sculptor to make new hands, but others wanted to
leave it as it was—a permanent reminder of the tragedy of war. Ultimately, the
statue remained without hands. However, the people of the city added on the
base of the statue of Jesus Christ a sign with these words: 'You are my hands.'" -President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, "You Are My Hands"
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