Friday, August 13, 2010

across the miles and the years

a few weeks ago i was feeling low. and not the typical kind of low, but the kind of low that's there when you wake up in the morning and smothers the chirping birds and the smell of breakfast. nothing was savory. nothing had color.
aching for light, i opened the Ensign and read this article. the sun began to emerge and slowly burn off the gloom. within days i received these letters from faithful friends.

my heart swelled as i read them and their words pushed every cloud from the horizon.
how could they have known? they really couldn't have.

"The answer to your prayer may be the face of an old friend, one you have not seen in years but whose needs suddenly come into your mind and heart and feel as if they are your own. I’ve had that happen to me. Old friends have reached out to me across the miles and the years to offer encouragement when only God could have told them of my burden."

i thank God for faithful friends, and for answers to prayers.

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