Sunday, February 26, 2012

A Restful Sabbath

Our poor little sweet Brook has been down with the flu for a few days. She couldn't keep anything down for almost 24 hours and we were getting very worried about her. She just doesn't have any reserves, poor thing! Anyway, yesterday afternoon, we were considering taking her to a doctor to make sure she wasn't getting too dehydrated because she was throwing up about every 25 minutes for almost 12 hours and couldn't keep anything down at all. She couldn't even stay asleep because it would wake her up. Her face was as white as a sheet and she was getting big black circles under her eyes. We asked her if she wanted to have a priesthood blessing and she said she did. In the blessing, she was promised that she would get the rest she needed and be healed according to her faith and a few other neat things. After the blessing, we talked about how her having faith that Jesus could heal her would help her be healed. About 2 minutes later, she laid down on the bed and fell asleep for 2 hours. She didn't throw up at all for the rest of the day and dramatically improved. She slept clear through the night and woke up this morning a little tired, but completely recovered. What powerful faith my sweet little girl has! She knows that Jesus can heal her and that he did heal her, because she believed he would. It was a wonderful testimony builder for our whole family.

Today the family stayed home to make sure we didn't pass any germs on to our church friends, but I was able to catch the other ward's sacrament meeting. I swear the meeting was specifically for me! I felt the spirit so strong and was reminded of my many blessings and given several promptings of ways I can draw closer to Christ. During one talk, the speaker told of a time he was lost in the woods with his cousin as a child and it brought back a very specific memory I have from my childhood. One winter, my brother, Stan, my cousin, Dallin, and I were playing in the snow on a butte behind our house. It was a pretty big hill and we had been running all over it playing, not paying a lot of attention to where we were going. We were very familiar with the hill, as we played on it often, but it looked different in the snow. Well, one of us decided we had to go to the bathroom, so we started to head for home. It took about 5 minutes of wandering before we realized we were lost. We didn't recognize anything around us. I don't know if they did, but I started to feel really panicked and scared. There were coyotes out in those parts and we were just little kids. I started to cry and my cousin Dallin started to cry, but my brother Stan said "We need to pray guys." So there in the snow, we all three knelt down and said a simple, quick prayer that we could find our way home and not pee our pants. Immediately, we stood up and all three of us knew the exact way to go. It took us about 10 minutes to get home. I knew then and I know now the Lord answers our prayers and we can get answers no matter how young we are. Even when we make poor choices and find ourselves at odds with God, He still answers our prayers. I am so blessed to have this testimony. I want to make my testimony of daily prayer stronger and I was prompted today that to do so, I need to test the doctrine out. "If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God or whether I speak of myself." John 17:3

I hope you all had as wonderful a Sunday as I did :)

1 comment:

Jen Waite said...

Cool! I never knew that story - what an example Stan was to you that day!