If I could convince the world of one thing, it would be that they have a loving Heavenly Father, who thinks about them, and helps them every day. From a young age, I was taught of God’s love and kindness. Scriptures were read to me and the stories shared about the infinite love God has for each of his children.
One of the first times I felt and recognized his love was in grade school. It was the beginning of the school year, and I was expecting a new baby brother soon. One Thursday afternoon, I got home from school early to find my mom with red, puffy eyes and a sad countenance. Earlier that morning, she had had a doctor’s appointment. Although I asked how it went, my gut feeling told something was wrong even before she answered. Still to this day, I have never seen my mother as sad as she was that Thursday. She told me the baby did not have a heartbeat—he wasn’t alive. I ran downstairs to my bedroom and prayed for a miracle. I had been taught God helped Moses part the red sea, that the Savior walked on water, and that if we asked we would receive. I prayed will all my might that my brother would come alive again. During my attempt, I felt no comfort, no peace, and I felt like my efforts were failing. Soon anger started to arise. And then I had the impression, ‘I need him here with me Kate. Trust in the plan’. Soon after that, all sorrow and anger left me, and I felt an overwhelming feeling that I was a child of God, and that indeed, He had a perfect plan for each of His children.
Since then I have seen God’s hand every day of my life. I feel His love constantly, although I am not always deserving of it. At the end of this life, when we look back, no matter how often we were told, we will be surprised at how close our Heavenly Father was throughout our life. He loves us, and we can learn of Him in scripture and from words of prophets and apostles, and, we can talk to him though sincere prayer.
Kate
Provo, Utah