Sometimes I feel like my calling at church is lame. I sit in Sacrament quietly like always, then I move to the primary room and sit at the piano bench for two hours quietly. I don't even really get a chance to interact with the kids much, let alone other adults. I feel somewhat socially isolated and like I don't really contribute very much. But sometimes...
Today during sharing time, they talked about how Heavenly Father answers prayers. They kids learned that Heavenly Father can answer our prayers in our heart or in our mind through the Holy Ghost, through other people who help us or prophets who teach us, or through the scriptures. I was asked to share an example of a time when I prayed and received an answer to my prayer. As I thought about it, one memory came to my mind. That was the only one for awhile. I planned to share that particular experience. But as I sat there thinking, numerous memories flooded my mind and I was overwhelmed by the many, many experiences I have had with prayer that have left me comforted when I was desperate, found when I was lost, and sure when I was confused. I was so grateful to have such a powerful set of memories come to my mind and to have the chance to realize how often I am heard and answered. I ended up sharing the first memory I thought of anyway, but it was such a cool moment to remember all of the other times when I have been the child praying to my Heavenly Father.
At the end of the lesson and singing time, we sang one of my favorite primary songs, (I played since I am the pianist) A Child's Prayer. The sweet spirit that filled the room was like nothing else. Those kids are special. They are better than we are. They have testimonies and they know that God listens to them. They know it is true and it is a blessing to be with them.
Today during sharing time, they talked about how Heavenly Father answers prayers. They kids learned that Heavenly Father can answer our prayers in our heart or in our mind through the Holy Ghost, through other people who help us or prophets who teach us, or through the scriptures. I was asked to share an example of a time when I prayed and received an answer to my prayer. As I thought about it, one memory came to my mind. That was the only one for awhile. I planned to share that particular experience. But as I sat there thinking, numerous memories flooded my mind and I was overwhelmed by the many, many experiences I have had with prayer that have left me comforted when I was desperate, found when I was lost, and sure when I was confused. I was so grateful to have such a powerful set of memories come to my mind and to have the chance to realize how often I am heard and answered. I ended up sharing the first memory I thought of anyway, but it was such a cool moment to remember all of the other times when I have been the child praying to my Heavenly Father.
At the end of the lesson and singing time, we sang one of my favorite primary songs, (I played since I am the pianist) A Child's Prayer. The sweet spirit that filled the room was like nothing else. Those kids are special. They are better than we are. They have testimonies and they know that God listens to them. They know it is true and it is a blessing to be with them.
Heavenly Father, are you really there?
And do you hear and answer every child's prayer?
Some say that heaven is far away,
But I feel it close around me as I pray.
Heavenly Father, I remember now
Something that Jesus told disciples long ago:
"Suffer the children to come to me."
Father, in prayer I'm coming now to thee.
Pray, He is there.
Speak, He is listening.
You are His child.
His love now surrounds you.
He hears your prayers.
He loves the children.
Of such is the kingdom,
The kingdom of Heaven.
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