Listening to the Spirit

I know that Our Father-in-Heaven hears our prayers. I also know that when we Listen to Him, we can be instruments for His work.

A couple of weeks ago, amidst the flood of illnesses (we've really only had 3 days when somebody in our house wasn't sick, and two kids were on antibiotics those three days!, since Christmas), I got a phone call while I was out shopping with the two younger kids. It was Megan's preschool saying she had a fever (the second Thursday in a row!) and she needed to be picked up.

On the drive to get her, my grocery shopping left unfinished- meaning a night trip (which I really HATE, even more than dragging the kids shopping with me), I burst into tears and prayed for some help and support. I was just SO TIRED of sick kids, and sick adults, and sick, sick sick of SICKNESS.

I scooped up a very ill Megan (she ended up having an ear infection and was started on antibiotics) . As I came home I noticed there was something taped to my front door:


Well, I smiled, and chuckled. I pulled off the paper, hauled the three girls in the door and opened the paper.

What I read inside made me smile and laugh.

Then I burst into tears.

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I called Travis to see if he'd spoken with the Missionaries, thinking he might've asked them to do something nice for me. He hadn't talked with them at all. This little note was really just because these young men, who work hard to serve others and follow what they feel is right, had listened to the Holy Spirit and answered a prayer that I'd sent Heavenward in frustration and desperation.

Thank You, Elders!

I believe in the power of prayer! I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who hears my prayers, and answers them. I don't always get such instant answers, nor so directly! But, this isn't the first time that someone has acted in His proxy to fulfill a need/desire and answer a prayer.

It is my hope, as well, that I live my life in such a way to Listen and be an instrument in helping His children, too.