One time, I was having a praticularly hard time. I felt alone. I confided in my companion some of my feelings, but that didn't make it go away. I prayed and prayed for the strength I needed. I asked for help trusting in the Lord and His promises. I asked for the peace and assurance from knowing that I was still important.
Nothing significant happened for a few days. I found some peace, but I still had to struggle.
Then, we went to the mission home to pick up some supplies. I was astonished to find that there was a package waiting for me. I thought it was from an old roommate, but upon examining the return address, I found I was mistaken.
It was from a family that I had never met. They were from my companion's home town, yet she did not even know them all that well.
I found inside the package some of my favorite things. Things that Sister Ward did not even know that I liked. Plus, she claimed to have no idea why they would have written me. Inside there was a simple note thanking me for my service and wishing me well.
That experience reminded me of a talk by President Monson.
I know that the Lord answers prayers and that each and every one of you matter to Him.
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