Sunday School

I'm bored! And I want to write something about church today, but I don't know if I have the energy to tell you all that happened.

It was a wonderful day in Sunday School. I really like our teacher. He says that at night, when he can't sleep, he goes through the lesson, which is of course, the book of Mormon, and gets great insight as he is reading alone in a quiet place.

So today we talked about chapter 17 in 3 Nephi. There were some really great things in there. I got chocked up and just was caught up in the spirit of the meeting. Mainly because of a comment so random, and not directly related to the lesson, but so needed.

I want to share it with you, but I know it wouldn't come out right. You might not understand where I am coming from, and yet you might... I don't know. I had a Seminary Teacher tell me once that there are different kinds of revelation. There is personal revelation and revelation for a particular calling, kids, etc. Well, then he said that our personal revelation is meant for us. It is revealed to us, and sometimes when we try to tell other people about our personal revelation they just don't get it. This is most likely one of those moments. It was personal and very needed and in fact, it was connected to the poem I wrote. BUT... it was needed and wonderful and uplifting when it came.

Maybe, I will testify to you that I know of the power of pray. I know, and have witnessed that power applied in my life. I have gratitude that our Heavenly Father gives us prayer and answers those prayers. It is beautiful and wonderful thing.