
Can I just say I love Christmas, temples, and a kind, loving Heavenly Father who keeps tabs on me?
Last week, as I posted my final assignment for my online class, I realized that I had forgotten to turn in an essay worth 32% of my grade. With 100% on all my other assignments, this one 0% brought me down to a 68%. At first I felt so sick I couldn't move- I had missed the deadline by over a month. Once I regained use of my limbs, I typed out a short email to my professor then knelt in humble prayer. As soon as I got up, the uncertainty about the assignment evaporated; the numbness was gone. I still didn't know if I would be able to salvage my grade, but my faith in my Father was strengthened ten-fold.
A few days later, a few friends and I went to the Idaho Falls Temple. We left a little after 7, so it was still dark and cold. As I sat in the car watching the world fly by, my mind was drawn back to the missed assignment. Still, I didn't feel nervous about it. I knew that I had done what I could, and the Lord knew what I needed most.
Today, after another trip to the temple, I received an email from the professor. I can't help but thank my God for the blessings He has bestowed upon me. When my faith is shaken, He calms the storm inside; when my eyes fill with tears, He cries with me- but only for a moment, so He can get to work righting my wrongs.
What a wonderful time of the year this is! As we think about Christ, we are better able to recognize the many little miracles around us. Tonight, my heart is full of gratitude.



