Praying for Miracles

I was sure that this day would be as drippingly uncomfortable as yesterday...and the weather reports said that once again, the temperature reached well up into the 80's and the humidity was high as well...currently at 65%.  But it wasn't uncomfortable.

We sat through all of our meetings in church today with windows open and fans going strong, and I hardly thought about the heat....or noticed it.  The fast and testimony meeting was exceptional.  The young counselor in the bishopric (a YSA) began the testimony portion with his own testimony....born simply and with a quiet fervor born of faith.  His grandmother bore her testimony about family history, and also the recent passing of two of the twelve apostles.

Other members of the ward stood and softly expressed their beliefs and faith.....Hannah, our sweet branch president's wife....and then our branch president.  He spoke about miracles, because our stake is praying for miracles right now.  A young father of four had a massive stroke, but he is alive and we are praying that he will recover and take his place in his home again.  A husband and father - age 54,is called his wife and then began to have difficulty speaking.

A trip to the hospital revealed a brain tumor.  They are currently scheduling tests to see if it is cancer and if it has spread, and we are praying for a miracle.

President Olsen talked about miracles in all of our lives.  Then he said something - very simply stated - and maybe obvious to you.  But to me, it was a revelation.  He said that sometimes the miracle is just seeing God's hand in our lives.  He also talked about bringing our wishes for our lives into line with our Father's wishes for us.

That too was meaningful to me.  I often pray for things I long for....for things I feel I need...never giving a thought to what the Lord would like for me.

Throughout sacrament meeting, I could hear the sweetest sounds of birds singing just outside the windows.  It always makes me think of my father.  To a man who had spent over 3 years as a marine in the South Pacific in WWII, he was uncommonly optimistic, and he had a great deal of faith in people.  For him, the song of a bird was always a sign of good things now and to come.

The next few months hold much that is good....and we are looking ahead with anticipation to all of the wonderful things we will be a part of here in Denmark, as well as a homecoming to our family in Arizona and Utah.

For the time being, we are praying for miracles.