An Answer to my prayers

You're not alone

It's conference weekend, and you know it's full of inspirational messages and strong spiritual feelings. My answer did not come from any of the talks, instead it came from a loving sister who followed a prompting from the spirit. Don't get me wrong, the talks were all awesome and inspirational as well. But this story, my story, overwhelmed me to tears. I could not hold back. One of those stories I've only heard about and never experienced for myself. My family and friends have been a great support to me during this difficult time, and I am eternally grateful to them/you (especially my sisters). But this small act by a stranger confirmed my belief that there is a God, and he does hear and answer our prayers. Talking to her about my situation was not painful, in fact I felt empowered. And I got some clarity.

For the past two years I have gone over my situation over and over in my mind, telling everyone I knew, hoping someone could give me the answer I was seeking. Today it came together. And I hope it continues.

So here is my story.

My son, bless his heart, not quite three years old and already has a strong passion for church. All morning telling his sister to get ready so we can go to church. So we go. Excited at the prospect of starting a new tradition: watching conference at church, I hurried the kids along and eagerly waited for the prayer to finish so we could sit in the chapel (a place we haven't been able to sit for a long time, because anyone who has a toddler knows how long you stay in the meeting).

As expected, the kids were very disruptive. And eventually David said he was ready to go (before the first talk had finished). I was so frustrated, and embarrassed that I hurried out and headed to the door (David was almost outside when we got there). Just as I had given up, and was about to go home, feeling defeated, I hear a small voice behind me. "Sister! Sister!" I turn to see a small woman in a sweat shirt and bare feet running towards me, "sister, you're not leaving are you?"

I didn't know what to say, how to respond. Of course I'm leaving, what do you think? And then the miracle happened, she asked if I would let her watch my kids, so that I could go back and enjoy conference. "I've been in your shoes." She explained. We went to the nursery, after I burst in tears, not believing what was happening. It didn't take long to calm down. We talked as the kids played, and little by little I told her my story.

Her heart was broken, and she had this determination to help. Then, without hesitation, she said "bring your kids to my house. I will watch them for you." Then proceeded to tell me her name and address (both of which I forgot, but asked for later). When the meeting was nearly over, she excused herself to sit with her family. Telling me she would bring back her husband and he would set up an appointment with the bishop. She filled him in on some of the details, and then they were on their way.

It seems like such a little thing, now. But the emotions are so big, I cannot contain them. I needed to share with all of you.

The church is true. The people who follow it's teaching will be inspired to help and uplift one another through promptings of the spirit. It was no coincidence that this woman came to me in my time of need, when I was ready to give up. She was prompted, and she listened. Now I know why I am here.

When I moved into this ward, at first I thought it was a mistake. But I got the impression "you are supposed to be here." The reason: these people will help me. They are the people that will help me get to the place I need to go. The place I want to be.

She told me that I was placed in this situation for a reason. She said that maybe I was in this relationship to give my husband a second chance. To help him reach his own potential. She said, "You tried. That is all you can do. He will make his own choices. He must live with those consequences." Or something like that. "It's not your fault." I've heard and thought those words a million times "it's not your fault" but no one has ever explained it to me in such a way before. I am grateful to this kind sister for going out of her way to follow a prompting. I will never forget her kindness.

And in the words of our savior, "Go, and do thou likewise." Luke 10:37

Depression

Let me take a moment to talk to you about depression.
It is a disease.
A mental disease.
Something that, I believe, will not simply go away with the right medication.
Something, I believe, I will struggle with for the rest of my life.
There are people who don't believe it is real. That those of us who claim to have it could get rid of it if we loved ourselves more, exercised more, ate healthier, and a myriad of other "solutions" And, though, these things help, they will not "cure" a person of their depression. The cure lies within ourselves. And like I said, there may not be a "cure" it might be something you (or I) struggle with for the rest of your life.

I believe the solution starts with positive thinking, and changing the way we react and feel about things in our lives. If we stop for a second and look at the big picture, we may find something that brings us hope. A glimmer of peace, a beacon in the darkness. Whatever you call it, it's there. And it's real.

Once you find that glimmer of hope, cling to it. Don't let go of it. Then try to find more and hold on to them as well. For me, I have been truly blessed in my life. I have a good family who loves me, and wonderful children who love me no matter what. They are true examples. They are quick to forgive and offer a hug. It's no wonder church leaders are always saying we should be like little children.

So, I pose a challenge. A challenge to all my readers. If you find yourself in a rut, it's ok, but don't let it conquer you. Get up, dust yourself off and say "well, that didn't work. let's try something else." Move forward. That's all that matters. Today I will do better in one area or another than I did yesterday, and expound on that every day. Eventually, my hope is that the dark clouds will not have just parted but will be far from sight.

I love you. Thank you for being my beacon of hope.