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A Heart Was Turned

“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

“And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the Lord of hosts.

“Remember ye the law of Moses my servant, which I commanded unto him in Horeb for all Israel, with the statutes and judgments.

“Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord:

“And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse. (Malachi 4:2-6)

God said, “If ye love Me, keep my commandments.”

In many places now, it is illegal to even show the ten commandments, but when you have them in your heart, you know they are not hard to keep. And if you break them, God sent His son, Jesus Christ to show us how to repent and turn back towards God.

In the beginning, family was meant to be together forever. And a family was a man and a woman and children.

I am so grateful to the Lord for coming to earth in a mortal body and showing us how to be the best we can be. True, it is not easy to live this way in the world today, until you actually do it, and then you learn that it gives you real joy.

Not the “hot tub” and “Football games” type of joy, but rather a sense of peace and healing that is better than any hot tub or football game. The kind of joy that makes you all bubbly inside. The kind of joy that makes you want to just sing, right out loud.

In society today, we see people running around in circles trying to find happiness. If they don’t want to do something, they don’t do it. If they want to do something, they just do it.  Little do they know, it is just like a chicken, when it’s head has been chopped off. They are dead and just don’t know it, yet.

When Malachi said that the hearts of the children would turn to the fathers and the fathers to the children, he was serious. And I, for one, am most grateful for it.

Back in the early 1950’s I watched my sister get hit over the head with a 2×4 type of board until she lay in a puddle of her own blood in the driveway. That was the last time I saw her until 30 years had gone by.

In growing up, I had gone one way, she another. Oh, she did not die, but rather was in a hospital for a while and then placed with a family who raised her with love. I was tossed here and there until I finally ran away to the desert. While I was in the desert, God sent two missionaries to tell me who I really am and who He is in relation to me.

Years later, a prophet of God by the name of Spencer W. Kimball asked members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints to send their pedigree charts to Salt Lake City so the Church could try out a new program. Since that time in the desert, I am a member of that Church and since I did not know who should be on my pedigree chart, I went to a room in the Stake Center (not a dinner house) and asked if someone could show me how to fill mine in.

The first thing I did was send for my birth certificate. Once I learned who I was, and how to correctly spell my birth name, I wanted to find my mother’s family. I was going through a film called a “microfiche” and low and behold, I saw my sister’s name. My heart skipped a beat, then I re-read it to be sure I actually saw it. Yup, it was a match. I wrote down all the information and went home, where I promptly wrote a letter (they did not have emails back then) to the woman who had submitted the information.

I also enclosed a self-addressed, stamped envelope that just said something about if she was my sister, and she did not want to remember her past, she could send that and I would not bother her again.  Also giving her my telephone number in case she did want to talk to me. Then, I waited.

I don’t remember how much time passed, but one day I got a phone call. It was the woman, who told me that she was not my sister, but she felt impressed to tell me to call my father.

After explaining to her that my father did not raise me, she again said, “I feel impressed. . . ” I then had to admit, I had not spoken to my father in many years.  She told me once again about being “impressed”. She wished me luck, then hung up.  To me, that word “impressed” means it was from God through her to me.

After looking in the telephone book for my father’s phone number, I learned that he was still living in the old house where we lived when I was a child. I said another prayer and then dialed the number. After a few rings, his current wife picked it up. We spoke greeting, then she said, “It’s strange that you called. Just the other day we got a call from a woman saying she wanted to talk to her father. I let her know that he only had one child, and that was you.”

I gulped, then asked if she had left a telephone number. I was told she had, but it had been thrown in the trash. I wanted to cry, until she said, “But your dad hasn’t taken the trash out yet, let me go see if it’s still there.” It was, and after I wrote it down, I thanked her and hung up.

After drying my tears and saying a prayer, I dialed the number. A young girl answered the phone and I asked if her mother was home. She asked who was calling, and I told her to just say, “Midge”. She did, and in the background I heard “Oh my God!” and then for the next hour or so my sister and I laughed, cried and spoke for the first time in 30 years.

She invited me to come visit her, and I explained as soon as I could make the arrangements I would be there.

To make a long story short, I did and we had a marvelous two weeks visit. The first of many.

Now, you may say, oh that is no big deal. But let me explain one thing here. If I had not done what the prophet asked me to do, I never would have had that reunion. I never would have met my niece and nephew. I never would have known that she was alive.

So many wonderful things happened for me, all because I did what I was asked to do, even though I did not want to. The reason I did not want to, was because there had been no love in my family since my mother had died, shortly after I was born. But, when a prophet speaks, it is just as if God Himself is talking to us. I love God, so wanted to be obedient to let God know that I do in fact love Him.

There are many today, who want nothing to do with family. But let me share with you, that when you begin to do what God asks you to do, you begin to receive blessings in your life. I had been willing to give up on ever having a family and was rewarded with more family than I even knew existed. And I am talking about “loving” family.

God is the Father of us all. He is love and family can be loving in spite of being human.

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One thought on “A Heart Was Turned

  1. Cheryl Campbell says:

    Thanks for sharing your experience, Midge. It’s very uplifting. We hope you are getting the help you need. See you soon.

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