Miracles

"And neither at any time hath any wrought miracles until after their faith; wherefore they first believed in the Son of God." Ether 12:18

My heart is so full today. Our family has seen so many miracles the past six month. I need to write them down so they will be kept forever. As time goes on and more memories are created I fear I will forget these times of mercy the Lord has shown us. I never want to lose these feelings I have as I reflect back on them and the love our family has felt from our Father in Heaven. 

The first one really started with the birth of our son. He was born so perfect and healthy. The labor went flawlessly. After he was out every single pain I felt vanished. I didn't have any pain in my recovery. Throughout the pregnancy I had offered so many prayers that our baby would be kept safe and he could stay in there to develop as he should. I did get impatient at the end (what woman doesn't!), but I was so relieved when he was healthy. I know Matt & I will have many more children. At times as I think about future pregnancies I become fearful. My first was so hard and I was in so much pain. Would all of them be like that? I pray they are not, but I also remember the prayers and faith I had at that time. Camden was kept safe. It is a small sacrifice for a healthy baby.

In the middle of August Matt's car was stolen. I will never forget the look on his face. I had so many emotions sweeping through me. Anger, sadness, hurt. Why would someone do that? Why are people so selfish? I have never met anyone who handled it as well as he did. After we both prayed, he looked at me with such a peaceful smile and said it would be okay. In his prayer all he asked for was his car back. The stuff we could replace, but we needed the car for our family. A few days later the car drove past him in the parking lot of our apartment complex. The people parked it and Matt confronted them. They had their story and walked away. The cops never did find them. At first I was really upset. We needed justice! But then I remembered the prayers we had been asking. We only wanted the car. A lot of stuff was taken from it, but we can replace that. As I asked Matt about the things that were gone he simply responded with, "they needed it more than I did". 

He has the faith to move mountains. I am getting there, but at times need to pray for more faith. We are sometimes criticized for having "blind faith". From my experience it is true faith. You do what you can and the Lord will take care of everything as long as you have the faith that he will.

In October Matt and I were rolling into bed and hit heads. I passed out for about 10 seconds and woke up not really knowing where I was. I had vision difficulties in my right eye and could barely use my right hand for about 24 hours after the incident. I then had a bad stutter for about two weeks with memory loss. I couldn't remember what I was trying to say which resulted in a lot of frustration and crying. I was given two blessings and was told that I would make a full recovery. Before the blessings we prayed to know if I should go to the hospital or what needed to be done. We felt like we didn't need to go in and we just had faith in that blessing. I knew the Lord would heal me. My prayer was answered about 2 weeks later.

The part that no one except my husband knows is the memory side of everything. I didn't know who he was for about 12 hours. I knew his name was Matt. I figured he was probably my husband because I had a ring, a baby (who I didn't forget about thank goodness!), and the look of concern on his face. I finally remembered, but I haven't been able to remember our engagement days or wedding day. That has killed me. I want to remember so badly, but I know I am so in love with him. I know that in time it will all come back. As for now, I am so grateful that the physical side is healed.

My final one is our primary class. We love those kids! We currently have many inactive kids and have been striving for the past year to bring them back through home visits, phone calls, and calls from their classmates. Today we had five show up. It took all my strength not to cry. What a testimony boosting experience! Not only is a wonderful experience for us, but for our primary class. They are slowly building their own testimony of missionary work and the influence they can carry in their lives.

I know miracles happen. Sometimes they're small and may seem insignificant, but they are our own miracles. I have always wanted to witness a miracle in my life or just be more aware of them happening. So many in such a short period of time is overwhelming and the love of our Savior is there as we strive to do those things He has asked of us.

I'm grateful for my husband and the example he is. He truly loves this gospel and his family. He is my rock and I'm constantly learning from him how to be better. I hope our boys emulate him. 

I'll have more updates on our lives coming soon!