I was alone- quietly searching. I stopped and said a prayer asking God to guide
me to my daddy’s keys. I opened my eyes
and felt like I should return to the van to look for the keys. I knew everybody had already looked there, but I returned to the van anyway.
I walked straight to the front seat of the van and saw the keys sitting right in the middle of the front passenger seat. Everybody was shocked
because several of them had looked on that very seat.
Imprinted
on my mind was the knowledge that God loved me enough to listen to my prayer even though I was the youngest one in the home. Maybe it was easier for me to listen because I was the youngest one. I didn't quite understand the panic of those around me. Whatever the reason, I learned the one who is not panicking, is the one who can better listen. Now, as an adult I try to stop and listen. Sometimes it's hard to push away the panic long enough to let the Holy Ghost speak and guide, but that is the best way to hear such a soft prompting.
I thank God for the experiences of strength HE offers us.
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