Years ago, I had a cool experience while visiting my aunt and uncle during the early part of my college years. If I remember right, I was going into my second semester as a student and thus was still unfamiliar and inexperienced with registering for classes. I’d say, in classic fashion, that I was very distracted with the social scene and not really focused on my studies, nor the scheduling/managing of them. The last night before I flew back out, I remember lying on the futon and feeling restless. I just kept getting the feeling that I was missing something. I mentally ran through all the stuff that I had packed, and everything seemed alright. Then the thought came to “check your college schedule." Kind of begrudgingly, I sat up, pulled out my laptop, and checked. To my panic, I saw that that day was the last day to register for classes, and I only had an hour or so before midnight. I hastily checked for generals that I needed and registered for anything that was still open. I honestly don’t know what would have happened had I not gotten that feeling to check on things. I said a prayer of gratitude for sure. God was looking out for me, and I learned from then on to be more diligent and on top of things.

I had a wonderful "follow-up" experience to one that I had already shared here a while back (Story #4). It happened again while playing VR actually, and at the time, I had been feeling a mixture of being alone in my faith and in my goals. I knew I wasn’t, but the feeling was nonetheless there. I had hoped that exercising would help me get some energy out and feel better.   While playing, a scenario came into my mind about being asked why I believe and what I would say in response. As I imagined myself bearing my testimony, I felt an embracing feeling of peace and companionship. It was so uplifting, joyful, and powerful that it felt like my heart would burst. The feeling so clearly carried the message that Jesus Christ was walking this path with me, that I was not alone in my faith, and that together we would accomplish the righteous goals of my heart. Together, we would accomplish the impossible.   In contrast to my last experience, where I relied on anger to give me strength and learned to rely on Christ, here I felt this was the next step, which was to be filled with love and unity with Him. The strength and confidence from it were in a league of their own, and I’ll never forget that feeling. Jesus’s love will always be stronger than the hate and anger in our lives.

Long ago, when our family was young and our schedule was very full, I remember a particular day feeling very overwhelmed. I let my family know that I was going to a quiet place in our backyard. My heart was heavy, and I wanted to pray privately and pour my heart out to my Father in Heaven. So I went out and did just that.   In that private moment, while I was praying, I heard voices in the distance. I looked around, and I saw my "visiting teachers" in my driveway. My heart was lifted just seeing them. I started to walk over to them, and then I saw it. Dishes and bowls with food. They had decided to bring over some dinner. They just felt to do so.   In our sweet exchange, I realized they brought much more than dinner: they brought their love and sensitivity by seeing me where I was and lifting me. My overwhelmed heart felt loved. They were ministering to me—heart to heart, sister to sister.   I have never forgotten that day when my heart was healed through the kind act of two sisters in my congregation. How I needed that. How could something so simple feel so healing? They were on the Lord’s errand, and they brought healing through Him.