Let's start with just one for now.
I think I may have told this story before, but it is one of the most important moments of my life. When I was a surly fourteen year old I began to feel the Spirit prompting me to repent with a little guilt. (Guilt is good when it prompts us to repent.) I began to feel unworthy to pray. Somehow I knew that wasn't a good idea, but I had a poor understanding of the feelings I was receiving from the Spirit. My mother had taught me to pray and it was a strong bedtime habit. So I decided that I would ask God if it were right for me to pray when I knew I wasn't living the commandments as I should. I made an extra effort to do what was right for a couple of weeks in preparation and then I asked.
My dad had built a triple bunk bed. I had the top, just 2.5 or 3 feet from the ceiling. I sat up in bed and began my prayer in the usual way thanking for my blessings. And then I asked, "Is it right for me to pray when I feel unworthy?" The answer came swiftly, "Yes. I love you." The voice of God pierced me to the very center as often described in the Book of Mormon. I felt the words as much as I heard them. I was astonished that God knew that I needed to hear the second part of his answer. It has been an absolute source of peace throughout my life. I had never before and have never since felt a love stronger than this one. And I know without doubt that God's love for us is more powerful than any other negative.
I would have to say that this was one of the most positive moments in my life.
I'll write more later.
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