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Enemies in the midst tera
Enemies in the midst tera












enemies in the midst tera

But, I didn’t heed that feeling to share my testimony. But, since the move, I have been the nursery leader in my church, so I don’t know many people in the ward except the 18 month to 3 year olds.Ī few weeks ago during fast and testimony meeting, I felt a burning inside of me that I should get up and speak about how Heavenly Father knows us and is aware of us even during the hardest times of our lives and with the Savior’s help we can get through those times. That is a whole other frustartion in itself. I am just saying that stopping the pain and confusion would be nice.īut, I can feel Heavenly Father trying to get to me in my darkness. I am not so selfish (despite what some think) that I would abandon the children and husband I have now. How do you overcome losing a child? I can't seem to get passed it no matter how hard I try. I have been pretty depressed over that passed many months. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said, "It made a difference for that one."

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And, if i don't throw them in they will die." "But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles of beach and starfish all along it? You can't possibly make a difference!" The young man listened politely. As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish into the ocean." "I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" "The sun is up and the tide is going out. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean. He smiled to himself to think of someone who danced to the day. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.














Enemies in the midst tera