God is Real

I've had some experiences in my life that confirm to me that there is a God and he is aware of me and my thoughts. 

Last fall I was heading off to work. The desire to drink cough syrup that morning was strong and I stopped at the store to get some. Unfortunately, they were out, which was a fairly common thing for this particular store. I stopped at the next store, a store that has never failed me. This store didn't haven't any either. Being short on time for work I had to forego the idea. 

That day around noon, just a couple hours after getting to work, I got a call from the elementary school. Nixon had broken his arm really bad and needed to go to the hospital. 

If I had drank the cough syrup that day I wouldn't have been in the right state of mind. I would have been numbed out on emotions and unable to show my son the love he needed that day.  I know God's hand was there for me that day. 

Another experience I have is somewhat similar to the other one. This happened when I was about 19 years old and struggling with drug use.  I had gotten some sobriety and had really strengthened my spirituality.  God new I wanted to be sober. Unfortunately, I decided one day to relapse. My boyfriend and I drove up to Salt Lake to meet someone that would be the middle man in getting us the drugs. That guy ended up stealing all our money and never coming back. It was the first and last time I had ever been robbed. Needless to say, I didn't end up using that day. 

The last I will share today is of extreme importance to me. I also want to say that these three stories are just 3 of the countless stories I have.

This experience happened to me just last December. It was the middle of the night after a pretty bad drunken episode.  It was the night that Chaz got home from work to find me passed out in our hallway.(you can read about it here)The kids had covered me up with a blanket and brought me a bowl because I said I was sick and going to throw up. I had spent time hovering over the Porcelain God and managed to crawl myself to the hallway. 

In the middle of the night I lay in my bed awake while pondering the events from the night before. I spoke out in my mind to God. I asked Him if he was there and if he cared about me. I shared how defeated I was feeling and how forgotten I felt. 

The next evening I was at work when I got into a conversation with a fellow.  I had mentioned using an IPad at church, when he saw my wedding ring he asked what temple I had married in.  I told him that my husband wasn't a member. After I finished his sale he asked if I could step aside for a minute.  He told me that God loves me. He said that God can't come physically to answer prayers and so he send messengers. He told me that I need to go home and tell my husband that an angel visited me and that I was going to make changes in my life and be better. He told me that I should always pray no matter what and many times repeated that God loves me and hears me. He asked if he could write something down for me so that I could look at it and always remember. 

I will never forget the messenger my Heavenly Father sent that day. Ray Stringham answered all the questions I had asked the very night before in prayer.