This is actually Nephi quoting Isaiah, but for those of you who haven't ever been in that book . . . .
I remember a very difficult time in my life a couple years ago, when my husband announced he would stop putting money into the joint checking account, that he was no longer willing to pay for our health insurance, which my children were still on, no longer willing to pay our home utility bills, home insurance, car insurance and property taxes. This was at a period of time when our divorce started getting very ugly. We had tried to stay in the same home and be civil about things, but it wasn’t too long before things became anything but civil. I will never forget the day I went out to the mailbox and there was a blank envelope with my name on it. When I opened it up, there was no note, but a cashier's check for $1000 made out to me. I was completely dumb struck and really couldn’t believe it. I didn’t feel I was on a poverty level yet, but I did need this money. Health insurance was expensive every month, and I wasn’t making enough money to carry all those bills myself. I do not believe this was a coincidence.
There are myriads of examples of His personal attention. Here's another story taken from a BYU devotional. Andrew C. Skinner shared this:
I testify that our Father in Heaven cares about each of us, individually and personally. There are many examples of this doctrine that I could share, but my son Mark recently reminded me of one. Mark served a mission to Mongolia. He served with and developed a deep love for a senior missionary couple from Idaho. They used an interpreter their entire 18-month mission. Their interpreter—a Mongolian sister—had an important story to tell. She grew up in Mongolia. The missionaries found her and baptized her. When she joined the Church, she started saving money for a full-time mission. She received a call to one of the missions in the United States, but at that time she spoke almost no English. She got on a plane in Mongolia to come to the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah, knowing only three sentences in English:
“I am from Mongolia.”
“I am a missionary.”
“Please help me.”
When she got on the plane, no one had explained to her that she needed to change planes to complete the flight to Utah. She landed in Chicago, but, naturally, there was no one there to meet her and she didn’t know the language. She found a chair, sat down, and prayed to Heavenly Father to know what to do. She then got up to try to find help. As she was attempting to explain her predicament to a ticket agent (using her three English sentences), a man tapped her on the shoulder, pulled out his temple recommend, and showed it to her. She recognized the temple recommend because she had been given one before she left, so she knew this man at her side was a member of the Church. He motioned for her to wait. Ten minutes later he handed her his cell phone, and on the other end of the line was the missionary who had taught her the gospel in Mongolia. The missionary told her to follow the man to the plane to Salt Lake City and get on board. He told her there would be people to meet her in Salt Lake City—and there were!
Our Father in Heaven truly watches out for His children—very often through others. But that’s not the end of the story. The man in the Chicago airport was a businessman who has flown all over the world. He was upset that day because it was the first time he had missed his connecting flight to Salt Lake City. But because he was there at the Chicago airport, he overheard this Mongolian sister trying to get help, and he knew he could help her.
I testify, as others have, that our Father in Heaven not only answers prayers but at times chooses to micromanage the details of His kingdom. This, too, is part of His divine nature. But herein lies an important lesson. It is our Heavenly Father who chooses; we do not dictate to Him time, place, or circumstance. Still, we may rest assured that our Father knows all things and He does all that He does out of love."
I know the God I worship never forgets us.
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