There is a wonderful little primary song called Follow The Prophet. The children enjoy singing it and hopefully they get the message. It's a simple one; "Follow the Prophet, he knows the way."
It is interesting that the First Presidency published The Family, A Proclamation to the World years before our nation became embattled in the debate over just what constitutes a family. You also remember that the Word of Wisdom was given long before we knew anything about the health ramifications of commonly used products of that day. Remember Noah? It wasn't raining. Do you also recall the theme of so many conferences of The Church in recent years; get out of debt, be prepared with some food in the pantry that will last, have some money readily available and get a 72 hour kit? We now readily see the wisdom in all of that. History shows that the prophets have always been years ahead of issues that affect us so dramatically.
Last night I dreamed I was in a hurricane but I was safely inside and protected from the storm though it raged aganist the building and it's windows. I believe that today, with the stock market failing and much of our life savings invested there, that I am still safe from the storm. How can that be? There is panic everywhere. Here's why I am not fearful when everything around me says that I should be.
We have been following the prophet's advice but not always understanding why. We have trusted in the Lord and have kept faith that He knows what is best for us and the nation. I don't know how this failing stock market will be healed or if it will but I do know that the Lord has power over all things. If we are to struggle and lose what we have I still know that we will be fine. It will be another challenge. I know that a few righteous people have a great effect on the world and our nation. (Helaman 13:12,14) Thankfully, I know that there are many righteous people in this country. I know that the prophet is given fore knowledge of things so that we can be protected if we follow the counsel. I believe that in difficult times and in times of ease that trust in the Lord brings peace. I believe it is our obligation to pray for our country; to pray for it's leaders and to follow the counsel of the prophet. That, my friends, is the answer.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Traveling Pants?
You have heard of the Traveling Pants by now. I admit that I have not seen the movies but the name is fun; "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants". Well, it seems that I have my own traveling pants saga.
Have you ever had an article of clothing that you just love; it is the right color, it fits great, it has the pockets in the right place, and the fabric is just right? I had those pants. They were workout pants. They were perfect for any workout because I could wear them with any color shirt, they were long enough yet short enough, the pocket was just right for my ipod, and the fabric was breathable, stretchy and light. Perfect.
They went missing just after my daughters visit. I thought perhaps she had mistakenly taken them home to Atlanta with her but when I asked her about it she looked and found no sign of the missing pants. I searched every drawer and closet in my home. No pants. I checked at the Gym. No pants. It was depressing.
I began to look for the replacement at every store including the one in Park City where I bought them but none were suitable; too youthful, too tight, too funky, not long enough, too long. (Every woman knows about this kind of shopping experience.) I ruminated on it and even prayed about it. No pants.
Several weeks went by and I was still hopeful of the recovery of the pants but resigned enough to not finding them that I bought another pair at Smith's Marketplace. They were long and suitable for the weight lifting class and would keep my legs warm to and from the gym on cold days. The price was right so I settled.
Last night I dreamed about my lost pants. What a silly thing I said to myself. Why would I dream about those pants. Yes, I wanted to find them but I didn't think I was obsessed enough to dream about them. In my dream I found the pants between the wall and the headboard of my bed.
This morning as I dressed for the gym I remembered the dream. I knelt down by the side of my bed and looked. There they were! Just where I had found them in the dream and perfectly folded as well. I gleefully retrieved them and told my husband, David, of my wonderful find. "Had you prayed about it? he asked. "yes," I sheepishly replied. He smiled as if to say "I knew it". "You have a pretty good connection." he said. I admit that I do deem it a blessing.
Now you may call this a coincidence or say that I sub-consciously knew where they were all along, but this is a tender mercy from the Lord; a gentle reminder that He is there watching over us even in our most trivial pursuits.
Silly? Not at all.
Have you ever had an article of clothing that you just love; it is the right color, it fits great, it has the pockets in the right place, and the fabric is just right? I had those pants. They were workout pants. They were perfect for any workout because I could wear them with any color shirt, they were long enough yet short enough, the pocket was just right for my ipod, and the fabric was breathable, stretchy and light. Perfect.
They went missing just after my daughters visit. I thought perhaps she had mistakenly taken them home to Atlanta with her but when I asked her about it she looked and found no sign of the missing pants. I searched every drawer and closet in my home. No pants. I checked at the Gym. No pants. It was depressing.
I began to look for the replacement at every store including the one in Park City where I bought them but none were suitable; too youthful, too tight, too funky, not long enough, too long. (Every woman knows about this kind of shopping experience.) I ruminated on it and even prayed about it. No pants.
Several weeks went by and I was still hopeful of the recovery of the pants but resigned enough to not finding them that I bought another pair at Smith's Marketplace. They were long and suitable for the weight lifting class and would keep my legs warm to and from the gym on cold days. The price was right so I settled.
Last night I dreamed about my lost pants. What a silly thing I said to myself. Why would I dream about those pants. Yes, I wanted to find them but I didn't think I was obsessed enough to dream about them. In my dream I found the pants between the wall and the headboard of my bed.
This morning as I dressed for the gym I remembered the dream. I knelt down by the side of my bed and looked. There they were! Just where I had found them in the dream and perfectly folded as well. I gleefully retrieved them and told my husband, David, of my wonderful find. "Had you prayed about it? he asked. "yes," I sheepishly replied. He smiled as if to say "I knew it". "You have a pretty good connection." he said. I admit that I do deem it a blessing.
Now you may call this a coincidence or say that I sub-consciously knew where they were all along, but this is a tender mercy from the Lord; a gentle reminder that He is there watching over us even in our most trivial pursuits.
Silly? Not at all.
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