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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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The Spirit of Revelation

“As you appropriately seek for and apply unto the spirit of revelation, I promise you will “walk in the light of the Lord”.   Sometimes the spirit of revelation will operate immediately and intensely, other times subtly and gradually, and often so delicately you may not even consciously recognize it. But regardless of the pattern whereby this blessing is received, the light it provides will illuminate and enlarge your soul, enlighten your understanding, and direct and protect you and your family.”    (David A Bednar April 2011 – The Spirit of Revelation)

When I first learned of the Holy Spirit of revelation I was not yet a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints. I was a young girl living with a relative. The life style of this particular relative was not in tune with the Lord, Jesus Christ. He and his people had a picture in his den of what they believed Satan looks like. Surrounding it were naked women, drugs of various types and cocktail glasses. The things done to children and youth were not good.

One afternoon, while this relative was in my room, I heard the Holy Spirit of God tell me that, “This thing is displeasing to your Heavenly Father.” I looked at my relative and it was obvious he had not heard it, so I repeated it out loud. He jumped up and ran from the room. I turned to say thank you, but there was no one there.

Since that time I have held in my heart that truth and had stood up for children, both boys and girls, who are living in homes where this type of behavior exists. I have been able to introduce others to the Lord and how much He loves us all. I let them know that He is displeased when children are abused, and I invite them to read the Scriptures so they can see how Jesus Christ feels about this type of behavior.

Since joining the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints, I was given the “gift” of the Holy Ghost and as I keep the commandments and honor my covenants with God, I have the honor of being with Him constantly. This gift is available for all who are baptized by one who has the authority. It is a gift from God to help His children while they are upon the earth.

Luke 3: 21-22

21 Now when all the people were baptized, it came to pass, that Jesus also being baptized, and praying, the heaven was opened,

22 And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased. (I know that God never lies.)

Act 19: 2-6

2 He (The Apostle Paul) said unto them, Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? And they said unto him, We have not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost.
3 And he said unto them, Unto what then were ye baptized? And they said, Unto John’s baptism.
4 Then said Paul, John verily baptized with the baptism of repentance, saying unto the people, that they should believe on him which should come after him, that is, on Christ Jesus.
5 When they heard this, they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus.
6 And when Paul had laid his hands upon them, the Holy Ghost came on them; and they spake with tongues, and prophesied.

I know that those who have been ordained to give this gift are only found in the Church of Jesus Christ of whom are called “Latter-day-saints.”  Saints are not perfect, yet they are as those whom Jesus set apart to do His work after he was resurrected.

I share these truths with you in the name of our Lord and Savior, even Jesus Christ, amen

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My first prayer was probably a lot different than yours. The good thing is, we both prayed.

My mother died when I was 3 years, 6 months and 23 days old. The following day things changed in our home. I remember being in a cold, dark closet, battered and alone. Terrified of the dark, because I had been told a large black man was going to come out of the dark and hurt me, I huddled in the corner and wept quietly. But that which had been told me is not what happened. I had never seen a black person before, so had no clue what one looked like. But rather than a large evil man hurting me, the room became very warm and light rather than dark. When I opened my eyes I was in a large field where the sun was shining, flowers were growing, the birds were singing, and butterflies were swirling around in the sky. I was with someone whom I knew loved me. I never saw his face, but I felt safe and that was what I needed.

When I was in my 20’s, Doctor’s told me that was just a dream, however, for this woman, that was a blessing. For the next while, I ended up living in my father’s back yard, with animals to nurse me, rather than humans. I watched the changing of the sky from light to dark and back again. I slept under a grape arbor and talked to God in ways that few humans ever do. I existed on the fruit of the trees when they fell to the ground and wild berries. I drank from the ponds of water my sister made from the garden hose when no one was watching. Life was most different for me then most children.

As I grew older, I talked to God with music. I would strum the strings of my Autoharp and look up into the heavens. When I got too polluted by humans, and stopped liking myself, I would go to the mountains where I could be with God and the animals of nature. I tried to make the best out of hard times, yet I was missing something. In many countries around the world, many children do the same things. We are all different, yet we are all the same. Many children struggle because of unkind humans. Yet God knows all things and those whom harm little children will have to answer to Jesus Christ for what they do.

In 1973 two young men came to my door. Those blessed men taught me the true order of Prayer, and I have been praying that way every since. When I was able, I got on my knees and addressed my Heavenly Father. I gave thanks for the many blessings He had provided me over the years. I told Him of my sorrows and fears and asked for His help. Then, I closed my prayers in the name of Jesus Christ, got up and began again.

Now, I pray either sitting down, or laying down. I do still bow my head, however at times, I can not even do that, yet I know He hears me. In my own home, I can speak my prayers out loud. When I am around people, I only pray inside my heart and mind. Now, there are times when I pray for and with a room full of people, and other times during the day or night I pray by myself, yet I still pray for others as well as myself.

Those two young men were Missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-saints. They gave me a book called The Book of Mormon and told me that I am a child of God. I had always wished I could be a child of God, but did not believe that a person such as I could ever have that honor. Yet, I testify to you that God loves me, just as He loves you. We may be worlds apart in the way we were raised, yet, God knows each of us by name. He knows all we have been through and are going through. He knows all we have done. He knows what we stand in need of and He does answer our prayers. He created the heavens and the earth and He is the only way we can have peace upon this earth.

it is my prayer that you too will listen when the Missionaries come to your door. Invite them in and listen to what they have to teach you. Read the material they give you and ask your questions, then, get on your knees and ask God if it is not true. He will tell you in your heart and in your mind, and then you too can have peace in times of trial.

I share these things with you In the Sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen