Move Forward In Faith

I’ve had a couple of fun experiences in the last few weeks that have made me think about pressing forward in faith. And truthfully, these didn’t really require pressing so much as just carrying on with regular life and hoping for the best.

The first was a Relief Society (our women’s organization) activity on a blustery night. Ok, so it was a full blown windstorm and there was a warning issued about not leaving your home’s just as I walked out the door. But here was my justification. We were highlighting some beautiful senior sisters  (not nuns, sisters in the gospel) in our ward, so a lot of time and love had gone into this activity already, plus I didn’t read the warning until after the event. Anyway, my committee and I were at the church setting up for this (what we were hoping would be) beautiful event when the power went out.

At 6:47.

And the five ladies we were highlighting were already there.

And there is no emergency light in the gym.

It was dark.

Fortunately, someone more prepared than I had a few flashlights in their purse, we finished setting up, and, at 7:00, the lights came on! A friend of mine teased that that’s what happens when you move forward with faith. I kind of think it was a coincidence, but I never doubt that the Lord is looking out for me, so, maybe.

The second was this week. I’m in the middle of tearing down and rebuilding my master bath shower, and one night I discovered I lost a diamond in my ring. I quickly ran to my room to say a tearful and heartfelt pray and felt like I needed to look in our huge tool chest that I had been messing around with earlier. So, I went out and dug through every drawer, pulled out the bottom drawer to look in the base, checked the surrounding floor, and found … a mouse skeleton.

I went back in a little distraught. Where could it be? The only other places I could think of were the pickup truck full of shower debris, or the shopvac, also full of debris. I felt I needed trust in Him instead of crazily dig through piles and piles of dust and dirt, so I decided I’d keep my eyes open and hope for the best. If it hadn’t shown up by the time we were ready to dump the garbage, I’d dig through the tile and sheetrock to see, if by some miracle, I could find it.

Fast forward to another night of cleanup. As I was vacuuming, I noticed something shiny on the floor. It was a shaving from a screw, but it put me on alert. Could I have, by some miracle, missed the diamond in my cleanup the day before?

Miraculously, I had! I looked over, and there it was, standing straight up, stuck to the subfloor that was tacky from glue residue.


This I did feel was a miracle. I had prayed about this multiple times, had gone over the demolition area with a flashlight more than once, had worked in there all day, and didn’t run across it. This was a tender mercy of the Lord. I had done what I felt prompted to do (look through the tool chest, put off digging through the trash), and then moved on with hope.

As I was thinking about this idea of pressing forward in faith and reading a little, I came across this quote from President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, Second Counselor in our General Presidency: “There are times when we have to step into the darkness in faith, confident that God will place solid ground beneath our feet once we do.”

Which brought me back to the time we really did press forward in faith.

My husband, Brandon, was working his dream job as a baseball announcer in North Carolina. He had dreamed of and planned for this career since he was a boy. His schooling was focused on it. And then he decided it wasn’t the right fit. It wasn’t good for him, it wasn’t good for us, and it wasn’t good for our family.

So, one day, he walked in the door just a few hours after he’d gone to work and said he’d quit. I was shocked and scared, but so proud of him. He stepped into that darkness in faith. And things weren’t all roses and daisies immediately. There was a while there where he was unemployed and went to interview after interview only to be told he was their second choice, but the first choice had accepted the job offer. It was a humbling time, to be sure.

We took another step forward and decided to move back to Washington to live with my parents while Brandon continued looking for employment, since we were focusing our search closer to our family anyway.

Brandon kept searching in faith, even though rejection after rejection was depressing, and finally got offered a job working in communications for a state agency. Not at all where he thought he’d end up, but it put us on an amazing path, His path, which is always better than our own.

Ether 12:6 in the Book of Mormon says: “Dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” As we’ve looked back on this time in our lives, we can truly see His guidance we through it all.

This experience, more than anything else, has given me courage to occasionally move into the darkness, but more importantly, to put daily trust in the Lord that He is guiding me and I need to keep moving forward.

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