An Answer to a Prayer
It's Friday! Hooray! Last night was rough. I cried myself to sleep. I was so upset. I couldn't stop crying. I prayed and prayed and begged Heavenly Father to please send the Holy Ghost to me to provide me with some peace and comfort. Part of me just wanted my Mom...but I knew that she couldn't be there for me. I knew that the Holy Ghost was who I needed. Within a few minutes, a sense of peace washed over me. I was calm. I was able to fall asleep. I had received an answer to my prayer. Being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and having access to a member of the Godhead, The Holy Ghost, at all times is one of the greatest blessings of my life. Jon and I were able to join the Missionaries today (over the phone) as they taught an investigator, Morgana. This was my 3rd or 4th time joining in on a discussion with this investigator. She doesn't quite understand how there can be one tru...