Each week, I read the letter of a missionary from our ward that he sends to his parents, and his letter today has provoked pondering
He talked about being a faithful missionary as opposed to being a missionary of great faith. It’s great to be a faithful, or obedient missionary, but the miracles come to the missionaries of great faith.
For myself, for the most part, I think it is pretty natural to be a faithful woman, but how much better my life would be if I were more of a woman of great faith- miracles would come. So, I’m pondering the things I can do/be to become a woman of greater faith.