Bolivia

It was comforting early Wednesday morning morning in La Paz hanging out with two elders returning from their missions in Peru who were on the same flight as me. It was 4am and one of the elders saw there was a lady sitting by herself in the airport. So he went over and started sharing the message of the restoration with her. It was so great. I loved it. It was freezing, I could hardly breathe, and just wanted to sleep. And here, this elder was just doing what he had been trained to do. It didn’t matter that it was his last day as a missionary, or that he hadn’t slept that night at all. Three days later I ran into the same elder in the temple in Cochabamba. He had a smile from ear to ear and just glowed. I really could see the Savior in his countenance and know that he must have been an amazing missionary.