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Sunday Miracles...
I'm not quite sure why I chose the title, "Sunday Miracles", but it seems to suit what happens when one chooses to follow the Spirit. In any capacity.
Nothing too earth-shattering for today, but I felt inspired to come down and write. I personally believe the Holy Ghost is far more active in our lives (even if we choose not to heed such activity) than we think.
After having had only one meal for the day, last night at around 10pm, as hunger was tugging at my brain, I was choosing what I would have for dinner, and as I was thinking, the thought came, "Why don't you start a fast?". The thought was so subtle, it easily could have been an afterthought, and I was... well... hungry.
A few failed calls to pizza places later, and as I was almost heading out the door to grab a sandwich, the now even more subtle thought persisted. "Might be a good idea to start a fast". Now, mind you, this is almost a cliche in Mormon culture, and I grew up hearing about these promptings often. I always associated them with some sort of a "spiritual movement" with at least a bit of urgency. While this is often true, and has and does and will continue to happen, I've come to know that those tiny, almost imperceptible thoughts which come, and are easily wisped away, can have just as much impact on our happiness as the more obvious ones. This was such with the thought of starting a fast.
Instead of heading out the door, I took my hand off the doorknob, and decided to lean into the thought just a little bit. As I gave heed to the thought, it became almost immediately apparent that it was the Holy Ghost, and I knelt down to start my fast. It wasn't until I didn't wisp the thought away that it became apparent this was what God wanted me to do. I could have just as easily gone out the door and grabbed a sandwich, and what's more, I'm fairly sure I would have had a good Sabbath, to boot.
So, after settling in for the night (I'm a night-owl. It was about 2:00am), I was awakened at 5:30am and could not go back to sleep. This was not good, because I was starving, and my plan was to sleep in until 8:30, go to church at 9, come back at noon, take a nap until dinner, and then break my fast. Easy fasting. Yet I was wide awake at 5:30, and my stomach was telling me this was going to be a long day.
I decided to get up, and get some work done in our basement. While doing so, I turned on General Conference and ended up listening to the entire Sunday afternoon April 2015 session, and shed a few tears while considering the beautiful messages I had listened to at least half-a-dozen times before. I felt good. I was tired, but I felt good. I was very thirsty, but ... I just felt good.
Then I went to church... and realized it was the last Sunday of the month, and I hadn't done my home-teaching. *sigh* So much for my nap idea.
As soon as I decided to see if any of my families were available, I found my companion had a 4-hour window after church in which he would be available. Five minutes after sacrament meeting, I had contacted two of the three families, and both of them were available at the times both of us were available. The third family wasn't sure, but we said we'd drop by later today anyway.
At this point, for those of you who know me, if on any given day I only get 3.5 hours of sleep, I become borderline dysfunctional, and getting the necessary sleep becomes a high priority, as I'm sure it does for most of us.
Long story short, I arrived home, felt good about breaking my fast, made a quick egg / toast meal, and was off home teaching.
After being out 3 hours, I felt good. A successful Sabbath. So, I came home, fell asleep for 4 hours, and woke up feeling prompted to write in my journal.
Nothing extraordinary. In fact, you're probably wondering why you've read this far about a hungry dude who went home teaching on Sunday.
I guess my point is... Small miracles happen all the time when people dilligently follow God's will, and to be honest, I have no idea how much of an impact I may or may not have had on my families today, but I feel good about following that subtle thought.
Mormon teaches us in Moroni 7:37, "for it is by faith that miracles are wrought".
I don't know if anything I did today impacted anyone else, but I do know that the Spirit of God led me to do His will, and in so doing, I felt joy in doing His work. And if I can bring only a portion of the Spirit into the lives of others, then that is time well spent.
Nothing too earth-shattering for today, but I felt inspired to come down and write. I personally believe the Holy Ghost is far more active in our lives (even if we choose not to heed such activity) than we think.
After having had only one meal for the day, last night at around 10pm, as hunger was tugging at my brain, I was choosing what I would have for dinner, and as I was thinking, the thought came, "Why don't you start a fast?". The thought was so subtle, it easily could have been an afterthought, and I was... well... hungry.
A few failed calls to pizza places later, and as I was almost heading out the door to grab a sandwich, the now even more subtle thought persisted. "Might be a good idea to start a fast". Now, mind you, this is almost a cliche in Mormon culture, and I grew up hearing about these promptings often. I always associated them with some sort of a "spiritual movement" with at least a bit of urgency. While this is often true, and has and does and will continue to happen, I've come to know that those tiny, almost imperceptible thoughts which come, and are easily wisped away, can have just as much impact on our happiness as the more obvious ones. This was such with the thought of starting a fast.
Instead of heading out the door, I took my hand off the doorknob, and decided to lean into the thought just a little bit. As I gave heed to the thought, it became almost immediately apparent that it was the Holy Ghost, and I knelt down to start my fast. It wasn't until I didn't wisp the thought away that it became apparent this was what God wanted me to do. I could have just as easily gone out the door and grabbed a sandwich, and what's more, I'm fairly sure I would have had a good Sabbath, to boot.
So, after settling in for the night (I'm a night-owl. It was about 2:00am), I was awakened at 5:30am and could not go back to sleep. This was not good, because I was starving, and my plan was to sleep in until 8:30, go to church at 9, come back at noon, take a nap until dinner, and then break my fast. Easy fasting. Yet I was wide awake at 5:30, and my stomach was telling me this was going to be a long day.
I decided to get up, and get some work done in our basement. While doing so, I turned on General Conference and ended up listening to the entire Sunday afternoon April 2015 session, and shed a few tears while considering the beautiful messages I had listened to at least half-a-dozen times before. I felt good. I was tired, but I felt good. I was very thirsty, but ... I just felt good.
Then I went to church... and realized it was the last Sunday of the month, and I hadn't done my home-teaching. *sigh* So much for my nap idea.
As soon as I decided to see if any of my families were available, I found my companion had a 4-hour window after church in which he would be available. Five minutes after sacrament meeting, I had contacted two of the three families, and both of them were available at the times both of us were available. The third family wasn't sure, but we said we'd drop by later today anyway.
At this point, for those of you who know me, if on any given day I only get 3.5 hours of sleep, I become borderline dysfunctional, and getting the necessary sleep becomes a high priority, as I'm sure it does for most of us.
Long story short, I arrived home, felt good about breaking my fast, made a quick egg / toast meal, and was off home teaching.
After being out 3 hours, I felt good. A successful Sabbath. So, I came home, fell asleep for 4 hours, and woke up feeling prompted to write in my journal.
Nothing extraordinary. In fact, you're probably wondering why you've read this far about a hungry dude who went home teaching on Sunday.
I guess my point is... Small miracles happen all the time when people dilligently follow God's will, and to be honest, I have no idea how much of an impact I may or may not have had on my families today, but I feel good about following that subtle thought.
Mormon teaches us in Moroni 7:37, "for it is by faith that miracles are wrought".
I don't know if anything I did today impacted anyone else, but I do know that the Spirit of God led me to do His will, and in so doing, I felt joy in doing His work. And if I can bring only a portion of the Spirit into the lives of others, then that is time well spent.