Sunday, December 6, 2009

Chicken Soup for My Soul


So many great answers lately. Every day. I guess when you're praying for answers every day, and then studying to find them, they're right there. It's amazing. The other night I was having a hard time, so I was praying. I was getting really frustrated and decided I'd better get out my scriptures and read. First I opened to the glossary, then opened it again and my answer was right there, "Fear not, I am with thee. Be not afraid..." So I quit perseverating on my frustrating situation, and went right to sleep - completely comforted. It's so nice to have the Lord on my side.

On Tuesday I had class and expected Calvin to come right home and help the Princess and Arthur watch the babies until DH could come home. DH said he'd be home in about an hour and feed the kids. So I left the babies with Princess and went to class expecting that everyone would be taken care of. I got home at around 7:30 p.m., only to find that Calvin had just gotten home and Daddy still wasn't home. The babies weren't fed, and no one had even made dinner. I whipped out a couple of boxes of Kraft Mac & Cheese, slamming cupboards the whole time. Just after we'd finished, my visiting teacher called to see if she could bring us a bowl of soup that night and we could have it later in the week. I had to tell her that she'd been inspired (even though she was 20 minutes late.) She said that she'd been praying about her huge to-do list that morning and asking what the most important thing to do was. Her promise to bring me dinner one of these days popped into her mind. She had the soup ready by 6 p.m., but ... wanted to make some bread to bring with it ...and figured that I had it all together and the kids would have already made dinner by that time ...and ...and (just like we all do). It made me really wonder how the Holy Ghost knew at 6 a.m. that my plan would fall apart by 6 p.m.

What I DO know is that the Lord loves me and is taking care of me. Our service answers prayers.

(She brought me the loaf of homemade bread the next morning.) I love my visiting teachers.

4 comments:

Devri said...

That is a wonderful story, service of others rocks, and you are correct, even though at times our lives feel like they are falling apart.. The lord is their to pick it back up, pick us back up, he's got our backs if we just ask.

sorry I have been MIA... Life. ugh

Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life said...

I love this post. I am coming to more and more love the scriptures. And visiting teachers too. But I am a crappy one. My partner never answers my eamils, phone calls or even her door! So, week after week I wait, trying to catch her at church and last month I went alone on the 31st. YOU have a great visiting teacher.

I'm so glad you found comfort. Amazing, what the Lord prepares for us in our distress, isn't it.

If this is any comfort I love you blog and think you are a super-duper, ourstanking woman of faith and overachieving.

Dancin Queen said...

Beautiful!

I loved reading this story!

You are a great woman.

Jaina said...

Answered prayers are a wonderful thing. I'm sorry timing got messed up, that's definitely no fun.

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