I don't believe in coincidence.
I believe that when something sporadically comes into your head, you're meant to remember it, and ponder it. There is something that someone wants you to remember.
So, last night, when this memory came into my head at 3 in the morning, I knew it wasn't just a coincidence.
And when it was still there when I woke up at 8 in the morning, I knew there was something I was suppose to remember.
It's one that I hold dear and near to my heart, one that I've shared many times, and feel that I need to share again.
I very well possibly may have shared this before. But I hope to share something new. Something that can help someone out there, as it has helped me today.
June of 2009
I was 17. It was my last ward youth conference for my church.
We were at Scout Mountain, Camp Taylor. There were a lot of youth, and a few leaders. Whoever was in charge that day had planned an activity. The activity was suppose to be a representation of listening to the Spirit, even when life is crazy and loud.
He wouldn't lead me astray.
Most of those guys learned how to listen to the Spirit that day. They learned how to listen carefully, and to follow it.
I, on the other hand, learned that we can't do things on our own. We need a Savior. We need our older brother to guide us...
February 28, 2014
Ian and I sit side by side. The 4 caskets sat in front of us. Everyone was sitting behind us, listening to my dad's older sister speak.
She spoke about this story.
And she shared the part that came from my father's eyes.