Journaling

I told my older Brother Jereme about my experience and how it led me to go back to church. His son was the missionary who showed up on my doorstep 2 days into his mission and had a message for me. (Remember Ether 12:6: And now, I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.) Anyway, my brother told me that I should start keeping a journal of all these things that were happening. (Line upon line, precept upon precept) It became so overwhelming with all of the ways God was showing me his hand in my life that I stopped doing it. I send myself texts of some of the things just so I have a date and time of some of the occurrences but this blog is as close to a journal as I’ve got.

I watched the first 15 minutes of this video yesterday. https://youtu.be/Pi5tH6GKKFo and they go on and on about journaling so I decided okay I’ll write about my last experiences, so here we go:

I listened to the conference talk about judging righteously, and I felt that there was something important for me there but I couldn’t put my finger on it. For the last two months I’ve been trying to start the process of some of my next steps in the church, temple recommend and even just talking to the bishop. I had already started the process and our neighborhood was absorbed into another ward because they were dissolving ours. I now had a new bishop and had to start the process over again. I made the appointment for after church last Sunday. During sacrament (fast and testimony meeting) a handsome, no nonsense, older woman got up to bear her testimony. I couldn’t hear most of what she was saying because her voice was low and my hearing is bad. Then suddenly, the only words I could understand because they were spoken so clearly were; “lying to catch a liar.” I remembered reading that earlier this year in the Doctrine and Covenants, and hoping that my LDS coworkers would read it and see the same verse. I was hoping that they would see what I saw.

During Sunday school meeting, the man who taught the class, brother Fuller, was outstanding. I was totally immersed in what he was saying, then suddenly he said, “I don’t know why, but I’m compelled to share this right now.” Then he proceeds to tell us how he was in the FBI and that his garments saved him from being shot in the chest, and another instance where his knee should have been shattered from a nail gun dropping onto his knee, landing a nail right into his knee cap. He was staring right at me as he said these things.

I had my temple recommend interview that afternoon, where I told my bishop about my separation from my husband and my two relationships in the interim. (That was almost 2 years ago now.) I also told him that I love coffee and Chai tea, and that I have difficulty with understanding why that is a part of the word of wisdom but that I would no longer drink them. I told him my story about work and how it brought me back to church and that I keep getting the premonition that this experience is for the sole purpose of bringing people unto Christ. He is setting up temple prep classes for me because I never had my endowments taken out, I felt compelled to tell him that I needed garments as soon as possible.

I had another experience where my son played “Rock and Roll” by Led Zeppelin (he knows what’s up) and it reminded me of the laser shows we used to go to. We looked it up and saw that not only were they started up again, but that they were playing the U2 one again, which they had previously discontinued. On the way up there, I was feeling the spirit pretty strongly. I thought it was weird that I was feeling it right then. As we walk into the Hansen dome at the Clark Planetarium, I notice a guy looking at me like he recognized me. We sat down in the seats in back of him. (our usual seats) He had a cute family, a beautiful wife and two cute little boys. Before the show started I see the man showing his son a really cool photo that he took of him up in the air (on a swing?) amongst the tree tops. The phone was positioned so I could clearly see. During the show, the man was clearly excited about a few of the songs. (and no, I don’t particularly like the song Vertigo but since they were doing an encore for my son, I thought I’d act excited about it.) After the encore, the man made eye contact with me and there was a look of recognition as he looked from me to my son and back. He reads my blog.

I don’t know how he saw it; looking up U2, knowing somebody who knows me, or googling other things. I don’t know, and why was I feeling the spirit about it? Because my blog is reaching far more people than I know. I know that at least 50 people from my work alone sees every blog post that I write. They all think I’m trash and that I’m lying, but still they see it, and if I’m randomly running into people who see it, how many people am I actually reaching? Well, here’s what I see (or what my hacker allows me to see):

Nine visitors on a good day. I’m telling you God’s plan for me is clear, show mercy and bring people unto Christ.

Thank you for reading.

2 Comments

  1. Well you know one of them is always me. ☺️
    So who are the other 8? πŸ€”
    Comment to let Bethene know who you are, please. 😊

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