In my first area, there was a member family that my concurrent companion, Elder Stevens, and I had been planning to see for a couple weeks. We'd frequently plan them in, but it just hadn't happened for a couple weeks. As far as we could tell, they were doing alright and didn't desperately need our help, but we thought it would be nice to visit and get to know them/uplift and encourage them.
On the evening of the 4th, we were in the area and figured that that would be about as good a time to stop by as any. When we knocked on the door, it was quickly opened and they let us in and were a little blown away. Apparently, just a few minutes earlier, they'd been talking about calling the missionaries to see if they could get a blessing for the father of the family. He'd been feeling significantly ill and he was the only Melchizedek Priesthood holder in his family. Elder Stevens and I busted out the consecrated oil and anointed and blessed that man in the name of Christ on the spot.
We were talking with the whole family for a few minutes afterward when the sister-in-law, who'd witnessed it all, needed to make her exit. As she was walking out of the house, she turned to the two of us and said, "Thanks for listening to the Spirit."
Throughout my mission, I was often astounded by the intricacy of God's work. He prompted a pair of missionaries to think about this particular family two weeks ahead of time, knowing that they really wouldn't be able to visit them in the next couple weeks, so that those missionaries would be thinking of that family right in the moment that they needed a pair of worthy priesthood holders to administer to the patriarch of the family. And to think that things like that happen at least millions of times each day, all over the world, is mind-boggling. God truly loves his children.
