I sat in a beautiful testimony meeting yesterday.
Some of the sweetest and simplest testimonies I’ve ever heard about prayer were shared.
A mom with an inactive teenager shared how her son had gone on an activity with the Young Men and lost something valuable and important to him. He and a friend searched and searched, and just as they were going to give up, the friend suggested they pray. The boy said sure to not be rude, and then, not 10 seconds after the prayer was offered, the missing item was found in a place they had searched together many times.
His heart was touched.
Then some sweet little kids got up and shared about a time they had lost something, prayed for help to find it, and quickly found it.
Finally, a man arose and shared about a time when he was a boy and had prayed for a lost item and then found it, and how sometimes those prayers and answers seem so simple and trivial, but as a young child, that simple prayer and answer had a huge impact.
All those sweet witnesses reminded me of how I’ve learned that when I’ve lost, say, my keys and it is time to walk out the door or we’re going to be late (something I hate), I can either turn into a rage monster, or I can say a quick prayer and, most of the time, find them.
Which brought me around to this that I wrote just about a year ago. I thought about how I’ve been doing (not perfectly) and then noticed that even though I may have yelled at God at some point this year and told Him I was angry with Him, and hurt, and I was having a really hard time trusting Him with my heart, He has still blessed me.
He has given me insight into why my children were struggling, how to resolve a conflict with my husband, how to build a better relationship with my brother, what to say to an inactive friend who is struggling in his own life and faith, and, of course, where to find my keys.
He has blessed me with answers to questions, helped me in my callings, kept me safe, provided me with comfort, lead to me where I could find physical healing, and helped me know that He has the people I love safely in His watchful care.
All while I have struggled to trust Him with my deepest feelings and thoughts.
God’s love is amazing.
He is waiting to help us.
This morning I read this: But ye are commanded in all things to ask of God, who giveth liberally… (D&C 46:7).
I haven’t been great at keeping the commandment, but when I have, He has given liberally. His love is obvious and abounding in my life.
I truly used to have a very open and trusting friendship with my Heavenly Father, and while my heart is not yet fully healed, it is getting better. My friendship with Him is incredibly important, and I know He’s just waiting on me.
And I’m working on it.