A couple of weeks before my dad passed away, a man from his ward came and gave him a blessing. In this blessing my dad was promised many things, one being that he would live. I had faith. I hung onto the words believing that there would be a miracle. Many miracles happened, but my dad living to see his grand kids grow old wasn't one of them.
I remember sitting in Smiths parking lot with Rick a few weeks after my dad died, and telling him that I didn't know what I believed any more. I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. I was shook, my world was rocked. Rick started asking me a few basic questions to see what I did still know. He asked if I believed in God, if I believed in Jesus Christ, if I knew President Monson was a prophet, and if I knew I would see my dad again. After answering yes to all of his questions, he simply said, "Then you know...you know what you believe. Forget all of your other doubts and just rely on what you know."
I feel like I have gotten of my shaky ground, but in times of doubt, I love to remember that conversation, and remind myself of the things I KNOW.
One thing I love...my knowledge.
I know families are forever.
I know Heavenly Father hears and answers my prayers.
I know President Monson in a true prophet of God.
I know Jesus lives.
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