I have a few. Let me start with an inspiration that happened to someone else, for me. One morning in late November, my neighbor crossed the street to be at my door. This is a risk to her. She is legally blind...
She can see vague shapes and bright colors. She’s usually accompanied by her husband when she comes by. This time she was alone and carrying a gift basket—an added risk. The basket contained Christmas treats, toys, and books, for my then-small children.
Her family are the kindest & most Christian of people, though not members of the Church. “Your family has been on my heart,” she said. “I don’t know why.” I knew why, and I told her immediately. My dad had passed away within the hour from a long and terrible illness.
Not 15 minutes earlier, I had closed my Skype conversation with my family who were gathered around his bedside in Wyoming. Being the only family member “present” by video call, I was allowed to remain & watch the funeral home prepare his body & remove it from the room.
I thanked Linda profusely & cried on her shoulder. She made a basket, she crossed the street alone, & she knocked on my door on a random weekday—things she had not done before—because the Spirit spoke to her. As President Monson has said, NEVER. Put off. A prompting. #HearHim
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