Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Called Home to Serve
I can't even find words to say. I'm getting choked up just thinking about writing this post. I've met a remarkable young lady through words from her loved ones. I came across her story by chance, but am living by her example on purpose. Sister Spjute was serving a mission in England when she collapsed in a beautiful forest while out jogging with her companion. No reason for her collapse was found. No reason of death could be seen. Sister Spjute was simply called home. I can not tell her story as well as her loved ones did. For they knew her far better than I do, though I wish so much that I was able to have met her. Her story is in a book sold at all Deseret Book stores called, "The Transfer." Everytime I walked past this book as I was working I felt something tell me to read it. So one day I picked it up and decided to read a story in it. I flipped to the first one and decided to read a different one instead. I closed the book. Flipped to a random page and that page was the story of a remarkable young lady whose name was Sister Lindsey Spjute. After reading her story I was filled with the spirit and was just overwhelmed with a feeling of compassion. Ever since reading Lindsey's story I have been befriending everyone I see, and making it an everyday goal to make someone smile. I've already seen a difference, and it's only been a few days since reading her story. Lindsey will forever be in my heart; a best friend who I never met. I hope one day I will. I feel like there is a hole in my heart after reading this story. I have no idea why Lindsey's story hit me so hard as to make me cry. To make me feel like I knew her. Although she didn't get to finish her mission on earth, I know, without a doubt, she is serving one wherever she is now. Lindsey has made my testimony of life after this one so profound, and I will forever be thankful for that.