Mysterious

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago. I wasn't sure it was something I wanted to publish. so it just sat there waiting for me to decide if I should delete it or not. But then today as I was talking to someone I realised this happened for me but maybe could benefit others that are having doubts. So if you want to hear about a personal spiritual experience read on.

It was Saturday night. I hadn't slept the night before because of a sick kid. I had been gone all day, the house was a wreck and when I got home I just wanted to go to bed. I was exhausted. It was then that I remembered I hadn't finished planning my Sunday School lesson.

These lessons are so boring. And to make it harder, I teach the 16 year old. WHOM I LOVE! But their attention span is shorter then Ty's. Back to the story.

I instantly got ANGRY. Like, I am talking, throw something across the room mad. I haven't been that mad ever. It consumed me. I opened the book and start to read the lesson. It took me 2 hours to get through it.

I went to bed and said my prayers and asked for help to get past this. I love my class. And I love teaching them. I knew what was causing these feeling but I couldn't shake it.

I woke up well rested but I didn't seem to care about my lesson. I was over the anger but had the attitude just-get-through-the-lesson-and-be-done-with-it. So off I went to church. We have Sacrament last so I went into R.S. and sat down, hoping no one would sit by me. I just wasn't in the mood. Luck had it that 2 women came and sat by me. Both are women I love.

As the lesson went on, I sat there trying to pull things together in my head for the lesson. It's my job to teach these kids. And they come to class to learn. I have kids coming to S.S. that have been inactive for years. They only come for S.S. So I suddenly felt the need to try.

The lesson ended so fast and I was frantically sitting there wondering if I should just show a movie. That would work right?

Then one of the ladies that sat by me turned to me and started crying. I was so shocked. 2 of her kids are in my class. She told me thing that are very personal but mostly that she loved me for coming every week and letting her children know that I love them. She said her son gets EXCITED to come to my class and that he was sick that day and wanted her to tell me he would be there next week.

I, of course, started crying and told her about my day and night. I had prayed for Heavenly Father to help me. I just couldn't do it alone. So he sent me Julie. Her words instantly changed my attitude and the way my heart felt. The words she said where exactly what I needed to hear.

I went to class (still crying of course) and taught the best lesson I have ever taught. Only, I hadn't planned it. It wasn't me that made it so great. It was the spirit.

I guess I wanted to write this to say, everyone is someone else's Angel. You may not know what thier day has been like. Some may seem perfectly fine. But we are all here to lift each other up. Julie was my angel that day. She didn't know what she was saying would mean anything to me, but it was everything.

So next time you think of saying something nice to someone, or feel prompted to show kindness to a complete stranger, do it. You may touch them so deeply, you can't even comprehend it =)