He Works through His Children
July 1985

“He Works through His Children,” Ensign, July 1985, 51

He Works through His Children

I was sitting on a crowded bus one morning, en route to my typing class at our local education center, when suddenly I heard a voice within me say, There is no typing class today; it’s the half-term holiday. Get off the bus and go see Sister Benson.

I looked about in amazement. Slowly I realized that it really was the half-term holiday, and that the bus was fast approaching the stop near Sister Benson’s home. The voice had been quiet yet clear and unmistakable, so just before the bus pulled away from the stop, I arose and stepped off.

Feeling rather bewildered, I stood on the street corner in front of a grocery store. “What now?” I wondered. Then the impression came: Buy some groceries and take them to Sister Benson.

I peered into my purse. There wasn’t much there. Then I looked up and down the road, wondering if I should just catch the next bus home. But the spiritual direction won out: I entered the shop, considered the fact that I was short on money that week and couldn’t do the impossible, and decided that I could buy small amounts of the basics—a packet of sugar, a pot of honey, bread, butter, cheese, and one or two other things. These would suffice. “Suffice for what?” I wondered. I paid at the cash desk and once again stood outside on the street corner.

Looking in my purse again, I found I had just enough money to get home on the bus. I also remembered that my own pantry wasn’t too well stocked at the moment. “Maybe I’ll just go straight home and have these things for myself,” I thought. But again the Spirit whispered: Take those groceries to Sister Benson. So I set off up the street toward her house.

Sister Benson smiled wearily as she opened the door for me. When I told her that I had brought her a few groceries, her eyes filled with tears. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said. But as we talked, I learned that after paying her tithing that week, she had no money left for food. How humble I felt!

The experience taught me once again that the Lord is very much aware of our needs. He is continually working through his children to administer assistance to those in need, and we never know the moment when he may call on us to do just that.

  • Pauline Baxter, a student at the University of Sussex and mother of two, serves as Spiritual Living teacher in her Brighton, England, Ward.

Illustrated by Richard D. Hull