This post IS NOT about me, seeing as how I am the worst at listening to the Spirit.
Last night, my husband decided to clean the house. Have I mentioned in the last 8 seconds how much I love my husband? No? Well, I LOVE my husband.
After he cleaned it, we had a knock on the door. It was the Relief Society President. And one always wants a clean house when the Relief Society President stops by. She was simply "dropping off your new visiting teaching assignment". "Sorry I can't get up," I said weakly, "I'm crippled."
Well, she spent the next half an hour making me feel a million times better. Of course she did, she's amazing. She left. 20 minutes later, my very own personal visiting teacher came over. Can I just tell you, this woman listens to the Spirit like no one else I've ever met.
"Just came over. Had a feeling I needed to see you." Please keep in mind, readers, it was nigh on 9 o'clock at night. My VT has enough on her plate of life, having a mother who was near death, and who she now needs to be with to take care of. But she was here, in my living room, with a sweet little gift, just because she had a "feeling" she needed to see me. Amazing.
She comforted me, visited with me, left our home with a small peice of her sweet, amazing, powerful spirit. What a wonderful night. What wonderful people. What a wonderful Gospel. The Lord felt my need last night, and sent His valiant servants. It wouldn't have worked if they hadn't listened. But they did.
D&C 46:7 ...and that which the Spirit testifies unto you even so I would that ye should do in all holiness of heart...