Bonus Story

 Here's the story for yall...

An elder that one of our branch presidency served with once received a package from his grandmother. In their family every missionary out in the field would get that particular package from for a month and then send it back. Inside the package they received a letter that his great great grandmother had written in regards to her son and his mission (his great grandfather) as well as a small old dish cloth that was hand embroidered. The letter inside contained this story about the great grandfather. 

He was from Logan Utah, and was called to serve a mission in Georgia. At this time there wasn't even companions, and they didn't have houses so they would just move house to house and rely on people's kindness to find places to sleep. He began teaching in this small random town in the middle of nowhere Georgia. And one night he was sleeping in the barn of someone he had met, and late at night he heard a loud noise coming down the road. Marching down the street was a large angry mob hunting down the “Mormon” missionary. He could see through cracks in the barn that they were coming after him and knew that they were going to kill him. So he offered a prayer and got the divine revelation to run as fast as he could. 

He looked around the barn and found a hole in the back large enough to fit through and he ran as far and as hard as he could. He eventually found a large tree that he collapsed under, where he thought he would be far enough away from the mob. He could hear them in the distance but didn't believe they would find him. In this moment he was terrified. He prayed to heavenly Father to protect him, to give time guidance on what to do, and also maybe some food too.

 Soon after he ended his prayer he heard a rustling and a shaking in the bushes behind the tree he was sitting under. Too terrified to look, he just hid and hoped it wasn't the mob. He stayed crouched there until it stopped, and he went to investigate. Sitting at the base of the tree he found a loaf of freshly baked bread, still warm, wrapped in a small clothe with embroidery details on it. He immediately offered a prayer and was motivated to continue serving for three more years in the Georgia mission. 

After he finished his time, his family came and picked him up from the train station and took him home finally. He went and unpacked his single suitcase with his mother and as they went through his items, he pulled out the clothe he found wrapped around the loaf of bread. His mother looked Like she had just seen a ghost. She asked where did you get this. He excitedly said mom your never going to believe this story. After sharing the story of how he came to have that clothe. His mother took him downstairs to the kitchen, and pulled out of a drawer a small dish clothe with embroidery That was a perfect match to the one he found.

She then shared her story, about how one day she took to brand new dish clothes and embroidered them as a matching pair. she baked two loaves of bread and wrapped them in the new towels, and placed them in the window to cool. Not ten seconds later after she had turned around, she heard a large rush of wind and one of those loaves of bread was gone along with one of clothed that she had made. The same exact one that her son had brought home. 

This miracle reminded not only him but all the missionary descendants that even tho they are far from home, the lord still sees them. And they are loved. He will be there to comfort us in whatever way we need, whether we realize how or not. And we must remember not only on missions but anywhere we are, the lord sees us and loves us. He will be there to comfort us personally in the ways we need.