There have been times in my existence when I felt confused about where I should be going. I have received spiritual promptings hinting in a certain direction. Like when I was deciding what college I should attend after high school.
“Apply for Brigham Young University (BYU),” the voice whispered.
“I can’t. My grades are nowhere near good enough. I can’t afford to live on my own,” I stubbornly answered back.
After a week of indecision, I once again heard that voice.
“Apply for BYU,” the voice said, a little louder this time.