One of my least favorite activities is renewing my drivers license, or registering my vehicle.
Today, I got to do both.
If you ever want a feeling of hopelessness, walk into almost any department of motor vehicle office, in any state, and the long lines will make you long for a BarcaLounger and a television remote. Add two hyper children into the mix, and you have a vision of what outer darkness could be like.
When I was younger, before the consolidated block we have now, the sacrament used to be administered during junior Sunday School. Aside from making me feel really old, I have some unique memories from attending church.
One of my favorite primary songs we sang as the bread was being broken was “We Bow Our Heads.”
For the first time in my life, I was invited to take the sacrament to a sister in the ward who is recuperating from surgery.
In a recent stake conference, a counselor in the mission presidency gave a powerful talk about looking on the heart, and not someone’s outward appearance.
As a member of the mission presidency, he is often called on to do follow-up interviews before someone is baptized. When he walked into the room for the interview, he saw a young man covered in tattoos and body piercings.
Gazing upon this young man, he said a silent prayer in his heart, “Lord, help me to see in him what thou seest in Him.”
During a particularly difficult and painful personal trial, I sought my Heavenly Father in prayer, asking Him for a special message during an upcoming Stake Conference session. I spent a great deal of time on my knees, pleading for a personal message and comfort from the heavy burdens of this trial.
As I drove to the Stake Center, I had a prayer in my heart, asking once again to receive the blessing this little girl had received.
I had volunteered to serve as an usher during the morning session of the conference, so I was seated close to the doors in the back of the chapel. It must have been one of the first speakers–a member of the Stake Presidency, I think–who started his talk with the message I had prayed for.
I do not recall the exact words he spoke, but I remember him saying that he felt impressed that several had come seeking answers to prayers. He said that he felt impressed to let us know that our Heavenly Father was aware of our struggles and that he would bless us with peace and comfort.
As the counselor spoke these words, I had to leave the chapel as I was overcome with emotion. I entered one of the open offices, fell to my knees, and wept. I felt a tremendous sense of gratitude that my prayer had been answered. As I was on my knees, I offered a prayer of thanks to my Heavenly Father for the reassurance that He loved me and that I was not left without comfort.
In a few short days, I will leave my family to start a new job in Connecticut. My wife has felt a great deal of anxiety about the impending move and has prayed seeking for comfort and answers to her prayers. During both of Saturday’s sessions, she heard talks that were direct answers to her prayers.
I am thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who hears and answers prayers. He will not leave us comfortless (John 14:8).