(No such thing as) Small Miracles

Well, it’s over: Stake Relief Society Leadership Meeting
(aka Stake Auxiliary Training).

I’m really glad—not only that it’s over, but for the experience that it was.


For me, to plan a big meeting or event like this is like standing in front of a billboard with all your faults and weaknesses flashing in neon lights.

Now that it's over, those lights have dimmed.
Now I feel a soft glow from the inside.
I feel grateful that I could be an instrument in the Lord’s hands,
and that He granted unto us success.


I am grateful for the small miracle that happened.
A few days ago, I needed a long-lost piece of paper with some notes on it, but after looking for a few minutes I knew it was like looking for a needle in a haystack—impossible to find. So I went ahead without it.
After all the preparations were made, I was going over everything when my eyes caught sight of a paper right next to my computer, right in my main work space. As I focused on it, I realized it was the paper I had been looking for—right on top of everything!

It was interesting to me that it showed up after I had already done the work, when I didn’t need it anymore. But reading it gave me peace. It felt to me like an approval for our work. It was, at the very least, a sign to me that the Lord was aware of what we were doing.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had such an experience. To me, these small evidences of God's awareness are not small at all.

It’s why I believe --
that there are special blessings for those who do God’s work,
that sacrifice does bring forth the blessings of heaven,
that no concern of ours is too small for the Lord’s attention,
and that He is aware of us more than we know.

And so I am grateful--
That the meeting is over,
And that I saw the hand of God.


I feel the fire of faith in my bones.

It warms my soul.

It might even make me glow.



P.S. I learned today of another miracle. The sister who sang a special number in our meeting was worried because she's not a soloist. As she sweetly sang she kept turning her head and smiling at us who were sitting a little behind her. I learned it was because when she started to sing she heard another voice singing with her, and thought it was one of us. It wasn't one of us. No wonder she sang like an angel.