Between class four days a week, basketball schedules, Scotts work, school for the boys, church callings, and everything in between, my schedule has been packed. Somedays feel darn near impossible. Add two birthdays to the mix and I was completely overwhelmed. And to add to it, the Young Women were going to the temple to do Baptisms for the Dead. Feeling overwhelmed and not sure how I was going to fit everything into my limited time, I thought about skipping the temple.
Ultimately, I decided to go to with the youth to the Temple and prayed that the Lord would stretch my time. The temple ended up being extremely behind and we started an hour late. We spend four hours away from home that night. Four hours that I desperately needed. We got home and I went straight to bed, not knowing how I was going to fit in all the birthday preparations the next day.
I got up early the next morning and headed to Rexburg for class. I went about my day, went to class, still unsure how the day was going to work itself out. I walked into the last class of the day and saw a different professor at the front of the room. I have had this professor before, so I asked what she was doing. She informed me she was filling in for the day. Class started, we did our work, and then came the miracle...she let us go. A whole HOUR early! Because of the time she let us out, I didn't hit any traffic in Rexburg or Idaho Falls. And in that hour, I was more productive than I would have ever thought possible. God gave me an extra hour and stretched it into three. It was the craziest thing.
As I drove home that day, I felt so loved by our Heavenly Father. I felt like not only was he aware of me, but cared for me too. It was an intense reality of love that brought me to tears. I served in His home, with my girls, and He blessed me for it. He knew what I needed and He provided. It was something so small, but because it was big to me, it was big to Him. And in the all world, amidst all His creations, He helped me. He gave me my miracle.




