This week I had a moment. I listened to some random Garth Brooks - well Chris Gaines - song on the Garth channel driving home from Kneaders. I hadn't heard it before. I instantly loved it, but the lyrics brought back memories of past experiences and feelings, and had me missing things where I don't usually let my mind wander. It kind of just made me sad for the rest of the day.
That night, as I prayed, I prayed for peace and those feelings to pass on by that tomorrow would be a better day. It was. I didn't feel sad. My mind wandered through those feelings, but it didn't affect me the same way, although, I still was a little bit lackluster. I just kept working and listening to some uplifting podcasts and was on my way.
Around lunch, I got a text from my nephew, Ford. He had to write a poem in English that day. He's a really good writer. I couldn't tell if he was happy about it or not. I asked him what it was on, and he said his topic was hope. Hope is one of my favorite topics of all time. It wasn't until he sent me his poem that I realized that's what I was missing. I needed to feel hope to get past that feeling. So, there was message number one from my Heavenly Father! Ford followed a prompting from the Spirit and I was the recipient.
Later that day, I was listening to another podcast. This one was Latter-day Saint Women with Susan Porter. I saw her name and wanted to listen to her. Her husband had served as one of the Area Authorities when I was serving in the MidSingles. She turned in her talk about the single sisters in the church and she talked about hope, eternal hope that sustains us. There was message number two!
Then last night in preparation meeting, Sister Reeves, a temple matron shared a message from an article that Henry B. Eyring had written in August 2016 in the Ensign. She shared a few paragraphs and then expounded on it. I was in tears. Some things she had said were word for word out of my prayer from the night before, as if she was answering it, by addressing specific concerns. It was amazing! Later in the evening, I went to her office and thanked her for her message, as it was meant for me. That's when things got even more interesting. She had shared that message in previous meetings, but she'd never taken it in the direction that she had in ours. She thanked me for thanking her, because she had been questioning why she had said some of the things she said. She loved that she got her answer as to why. I knew exactly what she meant, because I have had many times when I've been teaching a lesson or speaking and afterwards wondering how in the world it went a certain direction and hoping that someone needed to hear that.
The Holy Ghost is amazing! As He shares impressions to our hearts and minds from the Lord, miracles can happen. It wasn't anything drastic or that anyone else would see as a miracle, but to me it was, and I am so grateful for it!
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