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The Blessings of Home Teachers

I can only remember one home teacher from my pre-college life, and that is Brother Tracy Kendall.  Brother Kendall was the best home teacher.  He visited our family every month without fail.  Being at college, I've really missed Brother Kendall.  My home teachers my first semester were okay, but since then, I haven't had much luck with home teachers(although I've had even worse with visiting teachers).  However, my luck may have changed.

This past Sunday, we had an unexpected visit from our home teachers.  They didn't have an appointment, but they just came over to introduce themselves, and to talk with us.  They were very friendly, and I did already know them.  I appreciated that they took the time to come see us, because I've had home teachers who have never introduced themselves to me.  My first semester in this ward, I didn't even know who my home teachers were.  I'm not normally the kind of person that needs help from my home teachers.  I've had roommates who call them over every week for a blessing, or ask them for rides.  I've never wanted to bother my home teachers, because I've never really felt comfortable asking them for help.  But yesterday, I did.

I have a friend from work who was taking a trip to Indiana this week.  She's a character.  She doesn't get along with most people, and I honestly think I may be her only friend in Provo.  Her parents divorced a couple of years ago, and her mom now supports her, but her mom makes very little money.  My friend went to Indiana for her undergrad, and went on to teach elementary school music.  But she received an impression that she was supposed to go to a Master's program, and she came here.  Because she is completely supporting herself, she has to go without things like a car.  For many college students, this wouldn't normally be a problem, but because she doesn't have any friends, she can't get rides anywhere.  Enter me.  I have a car for which my parents paid.  Her name is Jewel, and she is a 2010 Toyota Matrix.  I LOVE my car.  She is the perfect car for me.  And most of the time, I am happy to give rides, or offer up my car for carpools, because I recognize that my car is a huge blessing from my parents.  It would be really hard for me not to have a car.  So, when my friend asked if I could drive her to the Frontrunner station so she could get to the airport, I said yes.  Everything was fine until the morning of.

My apartment is a 15-minute walk from campus.  For the spring term, I have been working 40 hours a week, and unfortunately, my friend needed me to drive her to the station during my normal hours.  I only get a 30 minute lunch break, and I would have to run home, drive to her house, drive her to the station, drive back to my apartment, and walk back to campus.  It probably would have taken an hour.  However, I make my own hours, and I could have made up that hour later in the week.  I can come in pretty much whenever I want, as long as I'm there for scheduled shifts at the desk.  It turns out, I had one such scheduled shift during the 11:00 hour, meaning I wouldn't be able to drive her to the Frontrunner.  I was a little frustrated at first, because I know she hadn't asked anyone for a ride, despite me asking her to do so before she asked me, due to me working.  I know she didn't ask anyone else, but again, I really appreciate my car and the freedom it allows me, so I agreed.  but now, I had to find her a ride.  I knew most of my friends were working, so I knew I couldn't ask them.  But I thought of my home teachers, and I thought of Brother Kendall.  Brother Kendall was always willing to help, whether it be picking some locks or fixing our sink.  Granted, Brother Kendall can do anything, so...

Anyway, I texted both of my home teachers.  I figured it was a long shot, because I thought that they, like I, were probably working.  However, they both responded.  They were both completely willing to help, and while I don't know what else they had going on that day, I know that driving a complete stranger somewhere was probably not on their to-do list.   And for this, I am so grateful for home teachers.  I don't know if my friend said thank you, or really expressed any gratitude at all, but I know that I am grateful.  I was really stressed about this situation, and I'm grateful that the church puts people in our lives who can help us.  It's like Heavenly Father knows what he's doing or something :)  I don't know if my friend said thank you, but you better believe that I'm going to make them both big plates of cookies, because they went above and beyond their calling.

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  1. And I'm printing this up and taking it to church so that Brother Kendall can read it himself <3

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    1. Oh good! He should know what high expectations I have for my home teachers :)

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