Yes!!! I love the fall! One of the reasons I love it so much is because it is time for General Conference!! I love hearing the prophets speak! I am always anxious to hear what they have felt inspired to speak to us about and my mouth is watering to sink my teeth into new instructions and feast upon the Spirit those meetings always bring.
This last weekend was General Relief Society Meeting. That meeting and the General Young Women Broadcast that happens in March, are my personal favorites, probably because they always speak to the heart of women. I love being reminded that I am a Daughter of Heavenly Father who loves me so very much, that my spiritual gifts and my feminine nature are unique and celebrated. And that the Lord is counting on me to use those gifts and talents to bless the lives of others. I always feel so motivated! This past weekend was no different!
President Monson told this story:
A woman by the name of Mary Bartels had a home directly across the street from the entrance to a hospital clinic. Her family lived on the main floor and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.
One evening a truly awful-looking old man came to the door asking if there was room for him to stay the night. He was stooped and shriveled, and his face was lopsided from swelling—red and raw. He said he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success. “I guess it’s my face,” he said. “I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says it could possibly improve after more treatments.” He indicated he’d be happy to sleep in the rocking chair on the porch. As she talked with him, Mary realized this little old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. Although her rooms were filled, she told him to wait in the chair and she’d find him a place to sleep.
At bedtime Mary’s husband set up a camp cot for the man. When she checked in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and he was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, he asked if he could return the next time he had a treatment. “I won’t put you out a bit,” he promised. “I can sleep fine in a chair.” Mary assured him he was welcome to come again.
In the several years he went for treatments and stayed in Mary’s home, the old man, who was a fisherman by trade, always had gifts of seafood or vegetables from his garden. Other times he sent packages in the mail.
When Mary received these thoughtful gifts, she often thought of a comment her next-door neighbor made after the disfigured, stooped old man had left Mary’s home that first morning. “Did you keep that awful-looking man last night? I turned him away. You can lose customers by putting up such people.”
Mary knew that maybe they had lost customers once or twice, but she thought, “Oh, if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.”
After the man passed away, Mary was visiting with a friend who had a greenhouse. As she looked at her friend’s flowers, she noticed a beautiful golden chrysanthemum but was puzzled that it was growing in a dented, old, rusty bucket. Her friend explained, “I ran short of pots, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, until I can put it out in the garden.”
Mary smiled as she imagined just such a scene in heaven. “Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when He came to the soul of the little old man. “He won’t mind starting in this small, misshapen body.” But that was long ago, and in God’s garden how tall this lovely soul must stand!3
Appearances can be so deceiving, such a poor measure of a person. Admonished the Savior, “Judge not according to the appearance.”4
I loved it! So often there are so many kind-hearted, good, good people who we never venture to know because we judge their initial appearance. I am so grateful the Lord looketh on the heart. I try to remember that as I interact with people.
I have a similar plant to the one in the above story. When we moved in, the tenants before us left several large, full cans of garbage. We dumped most of them, but didn’t get around to a few. There is this one plant growing in the top of one of them……it looks like this:
I have tried several times to uproot the plant and transplant it to a ‘better spot of ground’. Each time, the transplant dies and the garbage can looks like this. It is a beautiful plant. And I really like it. But I would really like to throw away the can.
Sometimes people are like that. Such beautiful, beautiful souls in such ordinary, maybe ugly containers.
I cannot wait until Saturday, to hear more gems of wisdom!!
maybe you should spray paint it!!!