
For the last few days: I've been thinking about miracles & the love of Heavenly Father.
I come across them everyday, really. Sometimes I just stare at the beautiful Utah mountains and think what a miracle they are.
I was reading pass journal entries, from a couple years ago.. reading about when my
Aunt Deanne had her heart attack. (oh, it was so hard for us, our family.) So many little miracles amidst trial.
So many angels.
I've been listening to a song called
"No" by Cherie Call.
I've been reading two blogs written by women who have just lost their sweet husbands, and I can plainly see their faith and that the Lord is buoying them up as they grieve.
I saw this facebook status today: "Isn't it incredible how sometimes things just fall into place?"
& I knew exactly what she meant because, I think that to myself often.
and a few days ago, I told Heavenly Father in prayer that I know he is a God of miracles. I don't think I've ever felt the power of bearing testimony to the Lord in prayer. Bearing testimony of his power and infinite love and his plan for all of us, even if it's sometimes not easy.
(deep breath)
God listens to our prayers, he wants us to converse with him, and he loves us so much.
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