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#TheBrokenMissionary
Let me explain. I’m pretty much the sister missionary equivalent to Disney’s “Wreck-it Ralph.” Everything I touch, breaks. I have a reputation for it: I drop all of the things. I knock over all of the things. I (accidentally) delete all of the things.
The struggle is real. And not just for me. Because it seems like all of my companions break when they’re with me. All of them! They get sick. I’m talking deathly ill. So sick that they can’t eat anything. #notadangthing! I’m the perfect diet plan. #ItsSadButTrue #Sorry #IDidntDoIt #OrAtLeastIDidntMeanTo
After a while, that name–the broken missionary–has started to get to me. It’s not always fun or easy to be known as a “problem missionary“. People automatically think since you’ve had so many companions that there must be something wrong with you. Everyone has a designated blame guy, and when you’ve already got a reputation for breaking things, it’s easy to become everyone else’s blame guy. And it’s easy to start thinking, if I’m just going to get in trouble, or if I’m just causing more stress out here, then what’s the point? Am I really doing any good?
Have any of you ever experienced this? Maybe not as a missionary, but in life in general? Maybe you don’t fit in at school. Or work. Or in your family. Have you ever felt like an outcast? Have you ever felt broken?
Well, I have, for sure. And a few weeks back, this broken sister missionary was reaching her breaking point.
I remember one difficult night, I was on the verge of tears. It seemed like everything was going wrong. I felt like I was adding more stress on everyone. My companion. My mission president. The entire Oregon Portland Mission. And I was sick of it. And I was pretty sure that all of them were sick of me as well. And then, while my companion and I were driving home, a song came on. It was a CD that my family had sent me. And the song was all about being broken. I don’t know the name. And I don’t know the singer. But the words have really stuck with me. They go something like this:
“Broken clouds give rain. Broken soil grows grain. Broken bread feeds man for one more day.Broken storms yield light. Break of day heals night. Broken pride turns blindness into sight.Chorus: Broken souls that need his mending. Broken hearts for offering. Could it be that God loves broken things?Broken chains set free. Broken swords bring peace. Broken walls make friends of you and me.To break the ranks of sin. To break the news of Him. To put on Christ ’til his name feels broken in.ChorusAnd yet our broken faith, our broken promises, send love to the cross.And still that broken flesh, and broken heart of His, offers us such grave and mercy, covers us with love undeserving.This broken soul that cries for mending. This broken heart for offering. I’m convinced that God loves broken me.”
In my first area out here, there was a woman who I worked with quite a bit. She had a really rough life. There were a lot of this going against her. I’ll never forget this one thing she said though. She said, “You know how people always say that God only gives us what we can handle? Well that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. God doesn’t just give us what we can handle, He gives us a little more than what we can handle, so that we have to turn to Him.”
I love that. And I know it’s true.
There’s a scripture that I’ve always loved and for any of you who are familiar with the Book of Mormon, you’ll probably know it. It’s 1 Nephi 3:7. It says:
“I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.”
Hey! ! you definitely can do everything with the Lord (Philippians 4 v13) 14 companions – I had 11 in 8 areas 🙂 it happens – my mission president reassured me it wasn’t me, I think he was trying to say my companions needed me!
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