Popular Post bluebell Posted May 5, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted May 5, 2014 I know there has been at least one thread (maybe more, i can't remember) in the other forum where a poster lamented that people are always testifying of knowing that God lives or of different truth claims of the church but never share the experiences they have had which have led them to that knowledge. While i can't ever see myself getting up in a fast and testimony meeting and sharing these kinds of things, i do believe that most of the small miracles and 'hand of God' moments we have in our lives are very sharable. So i thought it might be fun to have a thread where people can share these kinds of moments with each other. This is not about bragging or one-up-ing each other. This is not about trying to make different belief systems look bad or testifying of the superiority of a specific belief system. This is not about ever implying that someone's experience didn't actually happen, or about grilling that person (though i think questions for clarity would probably be fine). This is probably not the place to share very sacred experiences. It's just a place to share those experiences that most of us have which we build our testimonies on, so that others, who are trying to understand why we believe what we do, have a better chance of doing so. I'll start by sharing an experience i had last weekend. Hubby and oldest son were gone on YM campouts last week and that meant that I was alone Friday night (well, alone with a baby and a 9 year old). I am not the bravest person when it comes to having to spend the night by myself and i'm not ashamed to admit that we slept with every outside light on that i had available, as well as not a few inside lights. I obviously watch way to many of those killer-mystery-dateline-48 hours type of shows on the ID channel. Anyway, hubby left in the afternoon and i thought we were well prepared for the night until i noticed that our back door was unlocked. We've only lived in our house for about 7 months and our back door has been wacky ever since we moved in. It's not hung exactly straight so the dead bolt, and the hole it goes into (whatever the name is for that) don't line up right. You have to pull up on the handle very very hard to get it to lock at all, and for the 7 months that we've lived here i've never been able to do it, no matter how hard i have tried. My husband is the only one in the family that has ever been able to get it to lock. So you can imagine my panic when i realized that i was going to have to spend the night by myself with a back door wide open to the world. I was seriously freaking out because i knew i would never be able to sleep with it unlocked. My first reaction was to try with all my might to pull up on the handle to see if i could, by sheer force of freaked-out will, get it lined up correctly. It did not work. Then i thought to pray. I said a quick prayer telling God that I needed to get the door locked and could not do it by myself. I let Him know that this was essential for my peace of mind that night, even though the chances of me and my family being murdered that night because the door wasn't locked were probably slim. Then i said Amen, pulled up on the door handle quickly and turned the bolt. It slid in like butter. It took one quick pull and about 1 and 1/2 seconds for the dilemma to be completely solved. I was so overcome with gratitude to know that He had heard my prayer, and intervened, even though it was more likely a trivial thing. And just as an epilogue on the topic, i have since then tried again to lock the door myself. I tried for a good five minutes just last night because hubby was already upstairs in bed and i didn't want to have to ask him to come back down again. I still can't do it. 10 Link to comment
thesometimesaint Posted May 5, 2014 Share Posted May 5, 2014 Mine is a pretty common story for my age group. Started out as Agnostic, but leaning towards a mean vindictive God. I was invited by a friend to go a Institute class, and had more questions than I started with. Slowly read, and pondered about what I'd seen and heard. Read the BoM cover to cover still couldn't make up my mind. then through a series of prayers, mostly about the Priesthood Ban, got my answer. I haven't looked back once in the last 43 years, and don't regret it for a second. 2 Link to comment
Popular Post BlueDreams Posted May 5, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted May 5, 2014 I had a long standing joke with a friend of mine about an elevator. She has a psychological disorder of some sort that makes certain social circumstances extremely hard to manage. Church is one of them. The joke was that I bet I could make her laugh in sacrament, when she's usually tense and just shy of a panic attack. I would give a talk in church and start it off by holding up a picture of an elevator and then never explain why it was necessary to my talk. It grew to the bishop holding it up while I did it. And it just kept going from there. Whenever there was something she dreaded or feared, I joked that I'd bring an elevator to ease the tension. A week or so ago she came up and said she wanted to see the gag in action and that if I did it in testimony meeting, she would bare her own testimony (that's not a small deal for her). I wasn't planning on going, since I'd gone to church with a friend that morning. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I should do it anyways. So I hiked up to church, printed out an elevator picture and marched on up to the podium, with a wicked smile as I passed her by. She laughed so hard until her face turned red, as I kept a straight face, gave the pic to the bishop, announced to the audience that it was a pic of an elevator, and proceeded to give my testimony about the Lord's continual guidance. It took her a little bit, but she got up there and was the final testimony of the day, baring a sweet faith about learning to submit to the Lord that touched me and also answered a small concern that I had in the midst of it. Most of the audience had no idea what was going on, but the Lord did....and I honestly think he was in the middle of a little laughter. And He's often liked that, once while praying, I got the distinct impression that the answer from the Spirit was chuckling. I asked if He was laughing at me. He said He'd never laugh at His daughter. Over time I saw that chuckle as enjoyment in an earnest, possibly over-earnest, daughter working her way through challenges, and assuming that conquering one turn would mean my path would suddenly become smooth sailing. It didn't. The Lord knew it wouldn't, but He was pleased that I was excited to receive His gifts. I'm not always at my best with God. I've yelled at Him when I'm mad and impatient, come to him when I was sad or afraid, and shared my gratitude for my joys. But He's always been there and I've felt His support always when I've needed it most. Even when it was just to bring a little laughter to my day. With luv,BD 6 Link to comment
Garden Girl Posted May 6, 2014 Share Posted May 6, 2014 I've told this experience previously, but it's been a while and there's enough new people... so I want to share it again... my experience is like bluebell's... This took place while I was still an inactive member, but even in my inactive days I prayed often, read my scriptures, and deep down still had pieces of my testimony... Every year wherever I was... no matter where... it was home to my childhood home and my parents and sister for Thanksgiving... they all lived in So Cal and I had moved to San Fran and then here to the central Oregon coast... so every Thanksgiving my husband and I would head for So Cal and "home."This one year the weather was pretty bad and chains were required as we headed down Interstate 5 through the Siskyous... a mountain range on the Oregon/Calif border... there was periodic snow/ice on the ground. We had the type of chains that were like cables.... we had just crossed the summit and were heading down a very curving part of the highway. Suddenly we heard this loud noise and it became hard to steer. We were on a curve but my husband was able to get the car to the side of the road and hugged as close to the mountain as possible. It was very dangerous because cars were going pretty fast and coming around the curve. My dh had a bad cold, but he got under the car to see if he could free the chain, which had snapped and wrapped around the axel... tight... He worked and worked but it would not budge. I was becoming concerned because dusk was quickly setting in and we were not only in danger ourselves, but we were a danger to others. No matter how he tried he just couldn't get the chain free. It was getting colder and darker by the minute. His hands were bleeding from the chain. I considered flagging down a truck driver who would have a CB (this was before cell phones were widely available) and be able to call for help. In desparation and near tears I stepped around to the other side of the car and just silently cried out... Father, Father, help this good man!! Please!!... A few seconds after I finished my prayer I heard him let out a whoop... the chain had fallen apart and he was able to unwind it from the axle. In just a oouple minutes we were on our way... and I breathed a prayer of gratefulness... I never told him what had happened... but I was filled with such gratitude for prayers heard and answered... it would be several more years until I reactivated... but once I did, like TSS, I've never looked back... GG 3 Link to comment
jwhitlock Posted May 6, 2014 Share Posted May 6, 2014 (edited) It's all of the little unlikely "coincidences" and impossibilities that cumulatively, over time, create a firm testimony that there is a God and that he is very aware of us and what our needs are. In 1978, my brother and I decided to go to northern Wyoming for Thanksgiving and visit our grandfather. Being Eastern boys, we knew that serious snow didn't come in November, so we headed out in our van without snow tires or any other preparation. By the time we got to South Pass in Wyoming, a blizzard was blowing and the temperature was somewhere below zero. It was cold in the van, and we noticed that the fan wasn't blowing very hard and that our headlights seemed to be unusually dim. We realized, with some anxiety, that it looked like our alternator had failed, we still had 200 miles to go to get to our destination, and we were in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard. After some serious prayer, we turned everything unnecessary off in the van (electrical) and kept going. We were bundled up with everything we had and it was still cold. We managed to make it about 200 miles on just what was in our battery, and when we finally pulled in front of grandfather's house, the van died. The next morning, we found out it had hit 27 below zero. We had to get both the alternator and the battery replaced; it would no longer hold any kind of charge. Both my brother and I look back on that as evidence of God's protecting hand in our lives, getting us to our destination in safety when we should have been stranded somewhere in Wyoming in a dangerous situation. I have no idea how far you can really get on only your battery at night when you are using your headlights, but I don't think it's 200 miles. We've seen God come through for us in our family far too many times to doubt that He is there. Edited May 6, 2014 by jwhitlock 3 Link to comment
Avatar4321 Posted May 6, 2014 Share Posted May 6, 2014 Ive had alot of little experiences. But two stand out as very miracluous. I went to sparring class and got seriously injured. My opponent accidently kicked the back of my hamstring and it kind of collapsed (I dont know how else to describe it). I was in excruciating pain. I had no insurance. I didn't want to go to the doctor and pay out money i didn't have to get it looked at. I was hoping that it would just heal over time. But the pain wasnt getting much better. I was injured on Thursday. I went to Church on Sunday. I was the Assistant executive secretary at the time. It was a busy day and i was limping around trying to help the Bishop with interviews during sunday school. We finished the interview list and i thought i should go to Priesthood. I sat there and within a few minutes the Spirit washed through my body down my leg and the pain was gone. After the Spirit touched my leg, I was just alittle sore getting used to walking normally again. It truly was amazing. Another time happened when we were trying to convince a young man to go on a mission. One sunday, he point blank said he was never going on a mission. A few of us prayed for him to change his mind, two days later he had decided he had to go on a mission despite his parents not being initially supportive and having some other issues with the doctors before he could go. It was quite amazing. God is there. He loves us. I think He would bless us more with tender mercies if we let him. And im sure He does more than we recognize. 3 Link to comment
DarkScythe Posted May 17, 2014 Share Posted May 17, 2014 I have a multitude of experiences and evidence to share with you all, which, upon completion of reading, will surely have you all convinced of the existence of the divine. Well, here goes: that is pure genius, thank you for your story. Link to comment
Stargazer Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 ...Then i thought to pray. I said a quick prayer telling God that I needed to get the door locked and could not do it by myself. I let Him know that this was essential for my peace of mind that night, even though the chances of me and my family being murdered that night because the door wasn't locked were probably slim. Then i said Amen, pulled up on the door handle quickly and turned the bolt. It slid in like butter. It took one quick pull and about 1 and 1/2 seconds for the dilemma to be completely solved. I was so overcome with gratitude to know that He had heard my prayer, and intervened, even though it was more likely a trivial thing. And just as an epilogue on the topic, i have since then tried again to lock the door myself. I tried for a good five minutes just last night because hubby was already upstairs in bed and i didn't want to have to ask him to come back down again. I still can't do it. That is a very sweet story, and I love it, but I gotta tell you that you NEED to get the door fixed. I'd come over and do it for you, but unfortunately I don't think that's practical. Your hubby can do it -- if he tries -- or you can find a handyman in your ward to fix it. 2 Link to comment
bluebell Posted May 18, 2014 Author Share Posted May 18, 2014 That is a very sweet story, and I love it, but I gotta tell you that you NEED to get the door fixed.I'd come over and do it for you, but unfortunately I don't think that's practical. Your hubby can do it -- if he tries -- or you can find a handyman in your ward to fix it. We'll get it fixed don't worry. I've never seen anything that my husband can't fix, he's just got a lot on his plate right now. Link to comment
strappinglad Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 #1. get a large hammer #2. make sure the door is locked #3. hit the lock a few times really hard #4. call your husband #5. show him the newly 'fixed' door 1 Link to comment
Kenngo1969 Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 ... she would bare her own testimony ... All these naked testimonies in Church ... It's scandalous ... scandalous, I tell you!! OK, listen up, people: one bears one's testimony in Church; under certain circumstances, one might bare ... um ... other things, but ... never in Church ... if you get my drift! Just sayin'! Sincerely, Kenngo1969, Captain of the Homophone Division of the Grammar Police Link to comment
rpn Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 (edited) When I was ten or eleven, my sister and I were busily trying to finish the chores before midnight on Saturday. We were talking about how we could ever know whether God lives and whether He knew us as we took the trash outl, when in an instant there was a full and absolutely stunning display of the Northern Lights. I knew instantly that He'd been aware of our conversation and had granted us that assurance. Later I learned that such displays were uncommon that time of year in my geographical location, and I have never seen them come on in the same way ever again. And as I have lived my life, I can see how He would have known how much I needed to know that He did rule the universe then and throughout. Knowing that absolutely and with power has quite literally been a lifesaver in many many ways over the years. (And I love the Northern Lights.) Edited May 18, 2014 by rpn 1 Link to comment
Bill “Papa” Lee Posted May 19, 2014 Share Posted May 19, 2014 Miracle on Sandtown Rd...MT Zion, Baptist Church...founded by mine and a couple other families (all still related to mine) around 1835. It is easy to tell when or what families found a Church. The closer to the building families are buried, the more common the founding families. Even though adopted into the Lee family, I was so young I never knew another father than the one who raised me. He was a minister ordained in this Church, his Father, his Father's Father. I was unusually drawn to knowing all I could about being a minister, began taking Bible courses by mail at 11. Every Sunday was spent in Church and then off to Grandma's...right next door to have Sunday dinner and all the Uncles (many also ministers) where impromptu revival meetings, testimony meetings, Church signings would break out. My brothers, sister, cousins would find somewhere else to be (usually playing softball in a huge field between my house and grandma's) while my cousin Randy and myself would lie down on the floor feet in the air, elbows firmly planted on the floor as we watched in awe of what we were seeing. By 16, Randy had got "the call" (as we call it) and I asked my Dad, will I ever get "the call"? He hinted to me that I have gotten it long before at age 11...but time passed, Military Service came and at 19, in Glenville, GA (Near FT Stewart where I was stationed, already married at such a young age...still am to same woman) I received a call...to go to Germany (West Germany back then)...so I thought before I go, I would approach the Pastor at Westside Baptist where I attended to do a little "Preaching", over the next few months before being sent oversees; I was not sure Germany had Baptist Churches and knew even if the did...they would not be English speaking (BTW...one could agree that the ones in the Deep South were not either .) In Germany I was given a BoM by a neighbor (another great miracle to discuss later)...the little I will speak of that day is this; Her name was Peggy Spencer, never met her until that very moment. She was another Army Wife who had met my wife Pamela Lee (not the famous one...but even better the one I love). She had come up to see Pam and I was packed and getting ready to go on maneuvers with my unit for a few days. I answer the door bags in hand (he husband who would later baptize me was going on the same exercises) I yell, "Pam, door"...Pam slows me down yelling "don't you leave the apt without a kiss"!!! Peggy says, "Pam, I just wanted to give you a book, I have to get back before Spencer leaves"...trapped between the two, my wife asked, "what kind of book is it?" She replies, "a religious book"...my wife tells her, "give it to Bill, he'll have it read before he gets home". I don't have time to talk so I reach for it, to place it in the top of my duffle bag. Upon touching it, I was overcome by a wonderful feeling. I looked at the name of it...did not recognize the name of it. I walked over too my 5th floor apt window to take in enough breath to ask what it was...she tried to explain, but time was not on her side. So I put it in my duffle bag and picked up the officer I was driving for our five hour drive in one of the worst snowstorms I had ever been in, in my life! All the while thinking about the book that I knew nothing about.Now back to the first miracle...with my background and my Dad, Mother, Grandparents all knowing that one day I would enter into the ministry of my boyhood or some other Baptist Church the news that I have converted to the LDS Church was quite a shock! Though my parents did not understand my choice, they knew my heart. Three years passed without much talk, as phones were too expensive and letters so long trying to discuss...three and one half years after joining the Church, I cam home with my wife and two children from a four year tour in (then) West Germany. My Dad and I talked much of doctrine and faith over the next month, but then it was off to my next assignment at FT Benning, GA. Through the years many in my extended family, did not understand and many were unwilling to try. My wife's family even worse. Then on June 3, 2005, tragedy struck when my father died after a long illness. I go with my brothers, sister and Mother to the funeral home. My Mother is telling the funeral director what kind of service she wants, and turns to me and says and your father and I want you to Preach! I tell her Mama, I am the baby of the family...every excuse I could think of came flooding into my mind. June 6, 2005, other than a testimony meeting when young was the first time in 27 years my voice was ever heard in the Church my fathers had founded. Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, leaning in to see what I would say...it beats me what came out, but the ice was melting, tears, laughter, love and family (the extended ones) that I had missed at so many Sunday dinners was returning...I had never left; no one knew what to say in most cases.Fast forward to March 24, 2014...a few weeks ago. Same funeral home, same brothers and one sister...now I am an orphan. Funeral director asks what kind of service do you want. Well we want Bill (me) to speak...he looks at me and asks do you want to speak, I reply...No I don not!! My sister reaches over takes my hand (she being the oldest) yes, he will speak. The dam breaks...not me, I had to keep it together. After the funeral family, now old friends, kept me eating and laughing for hours at dinner that was served at Church...all knew I was a Mormon. My Ward worked with my childhood Pastor in providing food and drinks...one of two remaining Aunts told me that she wanted me to speak at her funeral...I looked her in the eye and said "Dara, I love you and not a chance". She pulls me close and whispers..."you'll do it". I whispered back, "yes em"...she whispers back..."good boy". This has been longer than I thought and with my back problems I must type on an IPAD and my thumb always hits the "m" key between words...so I hope the Spirit will covey what I am trying to say and the Spirit will allow you to overlook spelling errors. In short the miracles in my life and the life's of others are what keep me showing up...even though I get on so many nerves...here and at Church. The miracle I speak of tonight is that once my family, my friends see the changes in my life, the faithfulness and love that each of us have, for one another in my own family...through the Spirit of God, all things are possible.Night all...Your brother in ChristBill (Pa Pa) Lee Link to comment
Stargazer Posted May 19, 2014 Share Posted May 19, 2014 #1. get a large hammer #2. make sure the door is locked #3. hit the lock a few times really hard #4. call your husband #5. show him the newly 'fixed' door Had to laugh, because something very similar to this happened in my family. My parents bought a rather expensive dining room set -- the only reason I think it was expensive is because I heard them arguing about the monthly payment for a few years -- and its quality was evident in how long it lasted. Except for one of the chairs. For some reason, the glue they used, or the fit of the parts caused that it would loosen up and become wobbly. Mom would eventually notice and take the chair to Dad, and ask him to fix it. Dad would mess with the chair for a hour or two (or three) until it was tight again, but it was beginning to annoy him greatly. This went on for a number of years, until one fine day. I was in the garage with Dad and he was doing something, I don't remember any longer what it was, but Mom came out to the garage with that chair in hand. She set it down in front of him, and said "Don, this chair needs fixing again." He looked at the chair, looked at her, and looked at the chair again. I could tell that his annoyance had reached a state, and he suddenly appeared to have reached a decision. He took the chair by its back, picked it up way over his head and brought it down with all the force he could muster, smack dab onto the garage floor. The chair hit the floor, and its component parts flew off violently in all directions. My Mom stood there, open-mouthed in shock, and looked at Dad. Turning to her gravely, he spoke in tones of finality. "There," he said, "It's fixed." 1 Link to comment
Popular Post Stargazer Posted May 19, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted May 19, 2014 When I was young I was very very shy. It seems to me in retrospect that I almost pathologically shy. Judge for yourself: I would cross roads to avoid walking past children younger than myself. Much younger than myself. Returning from school one day, I once walked for a quarter-mile on the wrong road to avoid possibly crossing paths with a young man of my same age. When my sister brought home her firstborn to show him off, I was too scared to enter the room while she was there with the baby. Anyway, here I was in 8th grade. It was late spring, only a month or two left in the school year, and I was walking home from school one day. I was on the south side of Chapman Avenue in Garden Grove, walking on the sidewalk. There was another young man walking on the same road in the same direction, and just barely ahead of me, but on the other side of the street, where there were no houses and no sidewalk. In my normal mode, this would have been acceptable. I would stay where I was, he where he was, and all would be well. If by some chance he had decided to cross over to my side of the road to walk on the sidewalk, I would likely have pretended that I had forgotten something, and would have turned back the other way. At least until I had gained some distance from him, enabling me to safely turn back to the correct direction. This did not happen. What did happen I did not then for some reason think was unusual. I know now what caused this, but it didn't occur to me until years later what a miracle this was. I crossed the road towards him and introduced myself. The conversation that proceeded from that point took a wild turn toward the Right, when I happened to ask him what he wanted to be when he grew up. The answer was startling! "I want to go a mission," he stated. My immediate reaction to this was dismay. I remember thinking this exact phrase: "Oh, no! A religious fanatic!" Since I had Catholic neighbors and friends and they seemed to be quite devout enough to do stuff like this, I thought he might be one. "Are you a Catholic?" I asked. He seemed slightly surprised by this, but quickly informed me that he was a Mormon. At that, a light dawned, as I had read about the Mormons in a book called "The Faiths Men Live By", by Charles Francis Potter, in which I had learned that "Miss America was a Mormon." That was the first sentence in the chapter about the Latter-day Saints, of course referring to Colleen Kay Hutchins, who was Miss America for 1952. So, I knew something already, if not much. Well, Kent was his name, and we started to have a conversation about the Church. I was immensely interested, and Kent told me all kinds of things, including about the Book of Mormon, the Lamanites and the Nephites, and other things. I walked with him waaaay past the place I was supposed to turn off Chapman Avenue to go home. The next day I waited for him at the same place I had met him the first time, and this time he told me more, and I walked nearly a mile listening to everything he had to say. I had almost reached his house when I turned back. I lived fairly close to the school, so it was almost a mile back to my house. The next day I met him again at the same spot, but this time he invited me to come to his house on Saturday to meet the missionaries. And I was there, as invited. The journey has taken me this far, and there is no way this would have ever happened except that the Spirit quietly took hold of me, removed my fears, and pushed me towards a faithful member of the Church. 5 Link to comment
johnNewingtonn Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 This is very minor, but very relevant to me.Learning about Mormon values can lead one to consider examining their source.It would seem that such a source is the Book of Mormon.However being of a cynical nature I've consistently chosen to not try to read it.My reasoning is: I like the values I see, the works are wondrous that these people do, they exhibit all signs of being great Christians in terms of their charity, lifestyles and all the messages of their leadership. So, why take a chance of reading something which might seem unlikely or lead me to doubt?In addition there are many sources available of those who dispute these writings, and even though I also avoid them, I can't help but fear that I too might become a doubter should I examine the book.So again, logic would say to be content seeing the works as evidence, the leadership talks as profound, and the people as overwhelmingly of good character; while not risking it all by delving into something which can lead to a different outlook.It stands to reason that if the source is questioned, then all that is based on that source is questionable. And so I've remained, 'neither hot nor cold' in this respect. I even "friended" my old Mormon workmate from years before (and now many hundreds perhaps thousands of miles away) and messaged him about my doubting mind in this respect. That night I decided to watch a random episode on BYuTV.The film I chose was "Be a Light Unto the World" a talk by Mr. Monson.By the name, I reasonably suspected that this would be about exemplary expectations in lifestyle and behavior.How deeply moved I was to hear Mr. Monson elaborating on the nature of Doubt about the Book of Mormon.It seemed so unlikely that I would randomly have chosen a lecture which was addressing, in detail, gently and with reason, the very same, identical, issue which I was pondering. It was humbling to realize that he was speaking to young college students, while I am a middle aged adult.And that many terms whose understanding by these youth he took for granted, I did and do not at all understand. Nonetheless, the examination of this aspect of faith was most clear, timely and directly relevant to me.I've since looked for that video. It is not readily found on the site and is under a category that I'm surprised I selected at all. This is not a 'miracle' on the level of most, but surely seems a providential event and one which I am grateful for and which allows me to contemplate inspired words. Link to comment
Leelee Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 Two years ago, my Mother was in kidney failure and was given just a few days to live. (She lived two more months.) I was her caregiver and living at my brother's house to be with her. Because she lived longer that the Doctor had thought we moved her to my home so I could take care of things at home as well as my Mother. In the move, we bagged up her morphine, etc. (she was on hospice) and brought them with us. A few weeks later she was in great distress and pain. I went to get her meds and they weren't where I thought I had put them for safety. I looked everywhere in my house and couldn't find them anywhere. I have several grandchildren in and out of my house and I knew I had put them somewhere where they couldn't find them. I had done such a good job of doing that I couldn't find them, either. My mom was in such pain and I was sick at my neglect. I asked my husband to join me in a bedroom for prayer. He said the prayer and begged the Lord to bring to my mind where the meds were. When we said Amen, I knew where to look. I didn't hear a voice or see anything, I just knew where to go. I went into a bedroom, into a chest of drawers, second drawer on the left, in a bag (I had even forgotten they were in a bag!) and there they were!! I still am amazed I put them there. I never would have put them there....but, I did. I went to my Mother's bed and quickly put the syringes under her tongue and gave her the dose. She received instant relief. I shared my experience with her. She thanked me for sharing and then told me she had prayed, also. She said, "I know I am His daughter. I know He loves me and didn't want me to suffer any more than I had to." It strengthened her already strong testimony of her relationship to our Father in Heaven. I know He answered my prayer and blessed me to know where to go look for the meds so I could help my Mom. (I never did remember putting them there.) 2 Link to comment
bluebell Posted June 2, 2014 Author Share Posted June 2, 2014 These have all been wonderful stories. Thanks everyone who has shared for sharing them. I hope we get lots more! 2 Link to comment
Duncan Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 As some of you know my dad was born and raised in Germany and his first 13 years of life was the depression and WW2. Hitler came into Power a month after he was born. His city of Augsburg was bombed twice, 80,000 people left homeless in the 2nd attack. He wasn't one of those left homeless. He was a member of a Church and he asked his Mom once something like if God is love why are their bombs dropping from heaven? So after the war he was critical of life and religion and somehow he was searching for a new Church and found ours. So, skepticism was a theme in our household and my very active Mom was kind of the mediator between my church going then quitting skeptical dad. He is still to this day hard hearted towards people in power unless they show kindness to others, it's just the way he is.His skepticism or unwilling to accept things has rubbed off on us. I always believed there was a God but can't pinpoint a time when I fully believed in God, maybe it's always been there who knows. One story I'll share. I was in Glendora, California in the mission field and it was a tiny area. We could track the perimeter in one afternoon. It was the summer of 1999 and it was hot and we taught no one, got yelled at constantly, got in bashes constantly and basically the world was against my companion and I. because of idiot missionaries in the past we had to report our day half hour by half, and our mission rule was to be out from 930-930, no exceptions at all. I LOVED my comp. I had so that was going for us!! anyhoo, one day we got into about a dozen arguments and we had this lady try to drive us off the road with her SUV thingy. Basically I hated life. I was trying to go to bed and I was thinking, praying to myself, thinking why is this so hard? why does life suck the will to live and I was thinking of calling it quits on the mission and give up and become a junior comp. who did nothing and basically ride out the mission, I had about 8 months left. So, I never had a vision or anything but it literally felt like Joseph Smith's prescence was there in my room and just telling me it's true, keep going, don't quit and it was a powerful experience and one that I will never, ever forget 1 Link to comment
Avatar4321 Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 You were in Cali for a mission in 99 too eh? Link to comment
Duncan Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 You were in Cali for a mission in 99 too eh? yup! California Arcadia Mission!, you? I am outing Bluebell, she was as well! Link to comment
Avatar4321 Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 San Fernando. Though oddly, my first area actually overlapped Arcadia. Link to comment
Duncan Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 San Fernando. Though oddly, my first area actually overlapped Arcadia. what???!!!! oh man! Was Steven E. Snow your mission president? I recall catching two of your sisters in our area once, and we asked them if they were lost and they said they were looking for the Burbank Airport, and we were like well, the Burbank Airport isn't going to be found tracting around here! oh well! I think I stole a baptism from another mission as well! I have some other stories of that mission as well, all good though!! I never served in Arcadia though, which was fine by me as one of the wards was where the MP was! Link to comment
bluebell Posted June 3, 2014 Author Share Posted June 3, 2014 yup! California Arcadia Mission!, you? I am outing Bluebell, she was as well! But we all know that Northern California and Southern California hardly count as the same state! 4 Link to comment
Duncan Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 But we all know that Northern California and Southern California hardly count as the same state! totally, for sure! hahahahaha! Link to comment
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