A few months ago, I was driving home at the end of a long day and was feeling pretty emotional. School had just started, and I was stressed about that, along with some other complicated things going on in my life.
I have three women I often call for advice and support in moments like this. I trust them a lot; they always turn me to the Lord and make sure I’m OK.
I was already in tears when I called the first one. She didn’t answer. I could really use someone to talk to right now, I thought to myself. So, I tried calling the second woman, but she didn’t answer either. Then I tried the third woman. When she didn’t pick up, I started sobbing and pulled off to the side of the road.
That’s when a loud voice seemed to say to me, “Why am I your fourth option?”
I broke down and immediately began praying to Heavenly Father. I apologized to Him, then thanked Him for reminding me that He was there.
It was such a profound experience to sit there on the side of the road and know that I could turn everything over to God. I then wondered why I’d never before asked who He wants me to talk to. I prayed for a little longer, explaining to Heavenly Father what I was going through. Then I said, “I know You didn’t put us on earth to do this alone. Is there somebody that You want me to talk to?”
Almost instantly, I got an impression to call another amazing woman in my life. I hesitated, though, because I hadn’t talked to her in a while. She wasn’t part of the close circle of people I typically turned to, and I wasn’t sure if she’d have the right advice for me; I didn’t want to bother her. But the impression was so strong that I knew she was the person I needed to call.
I dialed her number, and she picked up on one of the first rings. “I was just thinking about you,” she said through the phone. “You’ve been on my mind the last few days. How have you been?” I was stunned. I told her what was going on in my life, and she shared a personal experience with me—one that was almost identical to what I was going through. She said all the right things, shared how she’d been able to turn to God, and gave me amazing advice. It was so helpful to hear from someone who understood my situation.
When I got off the phone, I felt so much lighter. I was still sitting on the side of the road, and before I finished driving home, I immediately said another prayer of gratitude. I didn’t know how to properly thank Heavenly Father for that experience. It had softened my heart so deeply.
I knew God was OK with me calling those first three women, but I learned then that He also knows who we need to talk to and who needs to talk to us. There were no feelings of shame or guilt—just a soft reminder that He knows the whole plan.
I now know that if I call on Him, He will always answer.
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