Never Ending

Opening a letter or email from my father is one of the most exciting things from me on my mission. It always makes me happy and leaves a smile on my face. I treasure them like gold. Each one is a sign of his love for me. They tell me about his life and how he is doing. They encourage me and keep me going. I am so grateful for what he has shared with me. 

But does that mean I don't want more? 

Goodness no! I always want to be in touch with him. I love reading what he says or listening to his advice or stories. I always plan on being close with my father. And I know that he feels the same way. He will always be there for me. He will always counsel, guide, and love me.

So why would it be any different with my Heavenly Father?

It wouldn't be and isn't. I talk to Him every day and He responds back. God answers my prayers because He loves me and wants to lead me in the correct path. I receive inspiration that I cherish and am grateful for. We are never done talking. I will never stop needing Him and He will never stop leading me.

And am I the only one?

Nope. Each of God's children can pray and talk to Him. And even more, God has called a prophet through whom He speaks to all of His children. God has called many prophets throughout time to lead His children and He continues to do so. "Surely the Lord God will do nothing, but he reveleath his secret unto his servants the prophets." (Amos 3:7) I testify that God has called a prophet of God and speaks to him. We can receive personal revelation through prayer. Our Heavenly Father is not done speaking to us and never will be. He loves us.

Click here to read about the prophet and what he has spoken.

The Wrong Note

As a child my wonderful mother attempted to teach me how to play the piano. I say attempted because I was not the best student. The problem was what happened during our lessons. I would practice all week and then it came time to play what I had learned. All went well until I hit the wrong note. I could not move on from that wrong note. It required me to start over and over. Eventually I would start crying and give up. I could not get it right and so I was done. I wanted to play perfectly. 

And that was (and sometimes still is) the problem. I expected perfection now. If I cannot get it right, why even try? Because in the trying and practicing it is that we learn. Perfection is not automatic. It is a process of changing and refining my heart and soul. I am here to become like my Savior.