Today, I went out. It's been years since I did. I prepared by ensuring that my son was well-fed, bathed, and tucked in for a sleep. I asked my daughter to please be quiet and not make a sound. Her baby brother needs to be asleep at least until I get back. Although nearby, I've never been to that place. In fact, it's literally just across the street. I realized how I had never left the house for some time, indeed.
It was the missionaries who asked me to be there. I had to share my testimony. A testimony that I never knew I had. I had been ranting to my friends. Complaining about so many things, things I don't have, things I want, things I lack. Crossing the street taught me how comfortable my life is. I didn't appreciate how blessed I am until I saw how other people struggle. The gospel had blessed my life abundantly, more than I ever deserve.
I was often told not to mind others and to just focus. I was told to worry about my own. Now, I went out. I saw how others struggle. I am not left out. I am just on the same path as others. We are on the same journey. Each of us is on the same road.
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