Now I get my answer.
Not the two weeks before I knew it was coming.
Not the two weeks when I needed it in my time of pain.
Not during Conference (an excellent time I would concur)
Not in any other meeting
Nooo, it had to come during a weekly devotional that I never usually go...and
Nooo, it had to come -after- I had finally accepted it.
Mysterious. First God punishes me with a black home teacher (its not really that bad...I think) and the next day He turns around gives me an answer I needed. Of course, the questions I screamed so loudly the past couple of weeks weren't answered.
He had to give me the answer to the question I didnt ask...outloud anyway..which I suppose cancells out all the other questions.
He always knows what we need. Especially when we don't.
"Perhaps it takes more faith to accept things as they are rather than change them."
"Losing track of time was the most I asked from life."
I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness."
"How could they guess that I was standing there enjoying an unexpected moment of insanity?"