Being Superman

So. This week was awesome.

 

We were sitting in our apartment, about to cook some lunch when a member calls us and asks if we are on our way over. We were a little shocked, because in our planners we had this appointment scheduled for the next day. Turns out that was not the case, so we throw all of our things in a bag, take the peppers and zucchini Sister Megli had been frying off of the stove, and we make a run for the Bahn. Well, we get on the wrong Bahn, then aussteig then start running for another Bahn. We are crossing an intersection, and then we see the Elders walking on the other side towards us. So I am looking at them, and don't see the curb come up and jump out in front of me, so I trip.

Now, when I trip, I jump, because I have figured out that if I get a little bit more air, I have more time to catch my balance on the way down.

So I trip,

And jump,

And catch like two feet of air.

In a split second

I was pretty much parallel with the German concrete,

Flailing my arms

I was more embarrassed about tripping than I was worried about finding the ground. Go figure.

Then my guardian angels in a superhuman effort help me land

Right side up,

on my feet.

 

 

And then I promptly walk into the street and almost get hit by a car.

 

Looking back on the experience, I realized that that is the closest I'll ever come to being Superman. Haha so that's been my theme for the week.

 

 

So, this week Sister Megli and I saw lots of miracles, and spoke with some amazing people, and found some people potentially interested in learning about the gospel. And then we called the Elders to tell them the good news and the one set told us they had just set a baptismal date, and the other set explained that they had seven new appointments with new investigators. All of a sudden what we had done seemed small and insignificant.
Not superhero status.
In the back of my mind, I knew that it was ok, and the fact that we were working hard and talking to people and setting goals and relying on the Lord to achieve them, and we were not only achieving, but doubling our goals, that THAT was what was amazing.
But not seeing the big results has always been my kryptonite. I wanted to save the world, not rescue cats from trees!
It made me grouchy and I wondered why to we have to keep readjusting our expectations. For example:
"Oh, he didn't get an answer to his prayer...I guess he needs to learn patience."
"Oh, they weren't healed...I guess they were needed in heaven."
"Oh, they didn't receive the peace they were looking for today...I guess they need to learn deeper faith."
"Oh, all of their appointments fell out...I guess those missionaries just need to keep holding on."
At some points in my life, I get tired of it. I just want all these people (including myself) to get the answers and peace they were praying for. As I thought this the other day and asked "why?" immediately came the thought
"well, it has to do with priorities, My child. Do you really want the answer or peace that you're praying for?
"Do you think I want to just throw a response out, and give you what you're looking for while you are yet blind?
"or do you think I want to actually heal you, to really take your burdens from you, and give you the peace that will go deeper than calming your fears, but that will actually build your faith?"
"I am not a healer of symptoms. I do not focus simply on the effects of sin or pain, I operate on the source of the infection. I am God, and My children mean the world to me. Come unto Me, and I will not only comfort your heart, but I will sanctify it. I will not only relieve your trauma, I will fulfill your soul. I will not only grant you hope, I will raise you up to everlasting life. And my child, that takes time. Walk with Me, and I will grant you rest. 'Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.' "

Like the apostles and the storm and the boat. They were terrified. It was overwhelming and wet, and stormy, and hard to see, and all of those adventuresome things that make one want to crawl back under the covers and stay there. But we can face the storm, because Jesus is the Christ, and He will calm the tempest. Even if the tempest is in this little heart of mine.
Christ is the real superhero.
Well, may the force of Heaven be with you, and odds are, with Christ on your side, things will turn out in your favor.
I'm going to go save me some cats. Viellei-n-cht (pronounced feline-cht) today will be the day when we will all truly see with deeper clarity the wonders of our gracious God.