This last week was so so good. First off, we were able to go to Pearl Harbor to do some service on the USS Missouri. We swept the decks. It was so cool! I loved seeing all the WW2 planes and artillery and stuff. Plus I was the one that drove across the island to get to town, and nobody died, so that was a great day! hahaha
And I also have a story to share, and I hope I will be able to effectively convey my feelings and this experience. It really changed me. So on Wednesday Sister De Leon and I were on tram shift, which is when we take the guests from the Polynesian Cultural Center to the Temple visitors' Center. Our first three trams were completely empty, but our fourth (and last) was completely full! When we have full trams, it is usually very difficult to establish relationships with the guests, but today was different. When we arrived at the VC, we showed everyone the Christus statue, and played a short narration that goes along with it. When it ended, I felt very strongly that I needed to testify of Christ, and specifically how he can help make our burdens light and that He lives, loves and knows us. I didn't know why I was inspired to say that until after, when two women came to me and asked me what the difference was between a church and a temple. I answered, and then she thanked me sincerely for my testimony and choosing to serve a mission and share about Jesus Christ. I asked them what religion they were and she said "we are Catholic. We are from Australia, but originally from Iraq. We are called Chaldean, but you probably don't know what that is." My face lit up and I got super excited and said, "OH! I know what that is!" I explained about where I am from, and how many Chaldeans live in my town and they got very excited. She mentioned that she speaks Aramaic, and I told her about missionaries "like me" who are called to speak Arabic in San Diego and then I took them to see our Arabic Book of Mormon. I just began bearing my testimony again about Jesus Christ and the Atonement. They both just started crying and said that they had really been struggling with some things and that they had taken vacation here just to get away from it. They called me their "little angel" over and over again, and I told them that it was no coincidence that they were led here to the Visitors' Center that day. I bore my testimony of the atonement, and gave them a copy of the Book of Mormon, testifying that they could learn more about Jesus Christ and find happiness in their lives by reading it. We were all in tears. Their visit tied me back to home and the people I love dearly, and it was such a sacred experience for me to share these things of my heart with these wonderful women. When it was time to get back on the tram, we embraced and I offered them a guest card to keep in touch, and to send them missionaries when they return home. They were excited to learn more. When the tram arrived back at the PCC, the crowd was so large, and they disappeared into it, and I never saw them again. My heart literally broke. There are so many times that I am unable to receive guest cards back from amazing guests, but this time was so different. I felt so much love for these women, and in a second all of it was lost. I will never know the rest of their conversion story, until after this life when we meet up again and embrace. What a reunion it will be. I thank God for allowing our paths to intersect, and I'll never forget these beautiful women. I'll never forget the way I felt as I testified of the Book of Mormon that night.
Sometimes serving here is difficult because we have to say goodbye so much. But memories like this will last a lifetime, and I just know that Heavenly Father is aware of all of us, and our desires and needs.
Love Sister Willardson