When I did, I was MUCH less than polite, let alone hospitable.
If anyone had told me then, that I would now delight in the company of Missionaries, being overjoyed when I had the opportunity to invite them to join me for a meal; I would have called them a liar. Not a chance!!
I never listened long enough to hear their messages, until it was the right time for me. AND the right Missionaries.
During the past three years, I have often stayed in the homes of friends who were both inactive and active members of The Church. On many occasions, they have invited Missionaries to visit while I was present.
Even in the month before my baptism, only weeks before I downloaded the Book of Mormon and began reading it; when the Elders appeared at the door, I ran to my room and hid.
It was only last February when came to the point that I found myself HIDING from the Missionaries!
I had no idea why. But God KNOWS His children. He knew me better than I knew myself.
After 46 years of being treated in a certain way by the male gender, and having had NO exposure to righteous priesthood holders; I didn’t have a clue as to what to feel around them. They were just men. Right?
There is no such thing as coincidence, happenstance or kismet. Call it “fate” or by any other name you wish, but it is ALL part of God’s Divine Plan. Everything.
When I experienced my personal revelation on 6 March 2013 and requested that Missionaries be sent to my home to teach me; I didn’t even KNOW Sister Missionaries EXISTED!!!!
Before I met Sisters Lloyd & Johnson, I hadn’t even formulated the idea that Sisters COULD be Missionaries. I had never seen any, it had never even crossed my mind. “Strangely enough” (#HolyHighFive), my area had very recently been assigned their first Sister Missionary pair!
When the Sisters placed my first “hard copy” of The Book of Mormon into my hands; I felt my spiritual eyes open.
In their presence, I was finally able to relax and feel the Comforter, The Holy Spirit, and KNOW what that feeling WAS!!! I wanted Sisters Johnson and Lloyd to tarry forever.
The very next day, they were impressed to introduce me to a woman who would become my guide and angel through my baptism and new member period of time; as well as a friend for life.
When they asked me about baptism (it felt like forever, but it was probably only days after they met me); I was over-anxious. They mentioned the 30th of March, and I reluctantly agreed. In retrospect, they probably thought I was being hesitant, but I wanted it to happen sooner. I just knew that wasn’t my baptismal date.
Sure enough, a few days later, they asked me if I wanted to get baptized a week sooner; on the 23rd. I was elated, and agreed. God had heard my unstated prayer.
Thanks to a few pairs of Sisters who have been VERY instructive and loving, I am learning about Missionaries. Sisters Lloyd & Johnson have moved on to other areas, and I had the blessing to meet Sisters Frandsen and Langi; wonderful young women. I love each and every one of the Missionaries.
This is “SLIGHTE-ly” as in MY journey…not “slightly” as in “kinda” or “just a bit”… Everything I do, I do “SLIGHTE-ly”. I have never done anything any other way, but mine. So, when I converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I of course, did it “my way.”
When it came time to name the blog where I would be publishing my testimony, it seemed fitting, and punny to name it Slightely Mormon.
Here is a bit of an explanation for those who would like one: this blog will be about my journey through the scriptures and my transformation to the righteous person, the Latter-Day Saint I long to be.