I am a woman of faith. I believe in God. I believe in His only begotten son, Jesus Christ. I believe in the Holy Ghost. I believe in miracles. I believe in angels. I believe in the Atonement.
I also believe there is Satan and he is here to tempt us and to throw us off our path. I believe there is opposition in all things. I believe this life is a test and opposition is required to determine if we will still choose God or if we won't. A veil has been placed over our minds to forget our life in the premortal existence so that we can all be tested fairly without any past memories to give us an advantage, one over another. We are here to find out what we are made of and to find out who's side we will choose to align ourselves with. The side of good or the side of evil. Jesus Christ or Lucifer.
I am reminded more often than I deserve just how precious this gift of knowledge can be. In the past six months my life has changed dramatically in ways I never could have seen coming. It has been full of trials and struggles, but I've been blessed immensely along the way. I don't see a break in my responsibilities for another six weeks or so (in the short term), but I am holding on and pushing forward. I have the strength to continue on because I have seen more of my personal pleadings with God answered in such profound ways that I can't help but to continue on.
One instance happened this very morning:
I work at a manufacturing plant. I am directly responsible for tracking production and inventory. As part of my responsibilities I am required to reconcile our physical inventory of raw materials, finishing supplies, and finished goods on a monthly basis. Last Friday was the day for my April inventory. It was a hectic day and I was late getting started. I had more phone calls than is normal for a Friday and it kept slowing me down. I was scheduled to go with the high school Seniors from my community on an overnight hike as soon as I got off work so I knew I wouldn't be able to stay late at work to finish up. My stress level was quite high and my ability to concentrate was waning. With just an hour left before I needed to leave for the hike I was still only about 60% of the way to finishing up my inventory. On one particular group of items I was missing a truckload and a half of my finished goods. I could not find it anywhere. I went over all of my paperwork for the month again and again and still could not find it. I called in our plant supervisor to ask him if he could help me since he is the one who takes the actual physical counts. He couldn't see where the problem would be either. I fretted the entire hour until I had no other choice but to leave the office with my inventory only partially completed. It would just have to wait until Monday (today). I was mentally exhausted when I left and worried that it would affect my ability to visit and have a good time with the two dozen youth who attended the hike. So I prayed for help that I would have the energy I needed as well as to not worry about my problems at the office.
I did. I was able to hike the three miles up a mountain to our camp and hardly struggled at all, even though I haven't exercised regularly in a while. The kids had a great time and I enjoyed spending time with them. I didn't worry about my inventory again until this morning. I prayed that I would be able to find the problem as I said my morning prayer at the side of my bed. I again prayed just before I opened up my spreadsheet that He would help me find the mistake.
And that is where my small miracle took place. When I opened up my spreadsheet my eyes were immediately directed to an item on the screen. There was my mistake. Instead of typing in a 53, I had typed a 23. That accounted for my truckload and a half of missing material. I had scoured that spreadsheet at least a half dozen times on Friday and could not see the mistake, but today it was the first thing I saw. My prayer had been answered. Maybe someone else wouldn't call that a miracle, but I'm not just someone. To me? That. was. a. miracle. Small? Yes. But a miracle nonetheless. I needed that tender mercy in my life. My burdens have been so heavy the last six months and something like this can sometimes be just the straw to break the camel's back. So yes, it was a miracle for me. Heavenly Father knew I needed this weight to be lifted and He lifted it for me.
I have had many prayers answered in just as similar a manner as this since my responsibilities have increased as well as throughout my life. My mind always goes to this scripture and I find myself open to understand it because I have witnessed this very thing:
"... I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them." 1 Nephi 3:7
It always makes me wonder how anyone could ever believe there is no God! It baffles me. Because that is all I CAN see. He is everywhere. My faith is great. I know that must be why I can see it. And the greater my faith is the more I see the answers to my prayers - even the seemingly insignificant ones. It causes my heart to burn with love and gratitude for my Father and for his Son, my Savior. My debt to them both just grows larger each day because every time I try to repay that debt through service or obedience to the commandments my blessings increase and I find more and more things to be grateful for. Every time I don't know where to go or how I am going accomplish some hard thing in my life I turn to the Source that can help me with every trial I face. My doubts continually lessen and my knowledge grows more sure each and every day. This life truly is a time to prepare to meet God. That will be a glorious time and I anxiously await that day!