Today at church we had Stake Conference, where many congregations (called Wards) met together. I think our Stake has 10 congregations all together. So it was a bigger crowd than on a usual Sunday. The meeting was very uplifting, and the chance to see friends in other congregations was fun. As we sang the closing hymn, I had a life changing experience.
I hope you’ll bear with me as I share a personal story. It’s been a few years, so I can look back on this experience with objectivity. But I still cringe remembering this day. I survived a pulmonary embolism by the grace of God.
I sat in the darkened movie theater and tried to catch my breath. The movie I had just seen was so gripping that I had been holding my breath for what seemed like hours! My husband, sitting beside me, exclaimed “That was SO COOL!!”
I’ve got a terrible confession to make. Sunday stresses me out!! I don’t mean the regular kind of stress, I mean the kind where I can feel the pressure building in my head. And I have to stop and take several deep breaths to slow my heart. It’s terrible! Here I am helping my family have a connection with God, and all I can do is wish I were able to stay home.
God answers prayers. And we pray in faith, knowing He hears us. But what happens when the blessings don’t seem to come?
Family History is boring. It’s for retired people who have nothing else to do. And the only way to really do family history is to go out in graveyards and find the names on stones and write them down. Or so I thought. I’m a young mom, busy with a young family. My little boy is in 2nd grade, and I volunteer with the PTA. So family history was WAY out on my radar. Something I would do one day, but isn’t a priority today. Until…