This week went by so fast! I had exchanges with missionaries in my zone, had exchanges with the assistants to the president, delivered housing items to Tuguegarao (my first area in the mission) and much more. As I think about what experiences I can share with you at this time, my attention is taken to a blessing that I had the opportunity to give this last week.
One day this last week, when an elder that I was on exchanges with and myself were about to start working, I received a phone call from some sister missionaries that work in a far area of the zone. They told me that they had an investigator who has been struggling with health problems and asked if I could travel to their area in order to give a blessing. After making necessary preparations, my temporary companion and I traveled to the home of the Sisters' investigator. Upon arriving, it was evident that their investigator wasn't feeling too well. She looked pale, and didn't seem too happy as we talked. After some discussion with her, it turns out that she has been sick with headaches and such for over five months now. In spite of going to a physician multiple times now however, the doctors' examinations proved inconclusive, leaving her with nothing to do but rely on the Lord for help.
Before proceeding to give the woman a blessing, I explained what I would do in the blessing and how the results would be according to the will of God and the strength of her faith. Then, I gave her a blessing, for which I must admit was not particularly beautiful. In spite of the fact that communication and teaching have become easy for me in Tagalog, the language used in blessings is still a little hard for me. That being said, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed in myself that my blessing was so rugged in its language.
For the next few days, the blessing that I gave bothered me. I prayed every night and told the Lord how I felt, and asked Him to bless the woman that I blessed. After a few days though, I had the chance to see the sister missionaries again, in which I asked them how their investigator was doing. I was incredibly pleased to hear that the woman I blessed apparently has completely changed, and that her health has notably improved.
I am thankful to have learned that in regards to giving blessings, prayers, or anything of that nature, the words in which we say are not particularly important. Rather, as I have been reminded this last week, our sincerity and worthiness is what matters most when it comes to the things of God.
In pondering this experience and those things I learned as result, I can't help but be reminded of Moses, a prophet which of course has now been acclaimed for his extraordinary leadership and greatness for thousands of years. It is interesting in talking about his great prophet though, because in spite of his extraordinary worthiness and greatness, he of himself stated "I am not eloquent...but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue"(Exodus 4:10). And in spite of the fact the Lord saw great things in Moses, indeed he had been "chosen before [he] wast born", Moses couldn't help but feel inadequate to the tasks set before him, and thought himself unworthy because of his lack of public speaking skills (Abraham 3:23). Indeed, when it comes to serving the Lord, we may often get too focused on the rudimentary details of our service, when what always counts most is our love for God and our fellow man.
I hope you all have a great week!
Love,
Elder Pulley
![]() |
Elder Pulley & Elders that attended MTC in Provo |
Pday Activity |
Pday Activity |