Empty

Every so often when I have had a hard day or tough week, I start to feel kind of empty.

This had been one of those weeks for me. 

Until Wednesday.

My sweet dad sent me a text to see if I had read an article in this months Ensign yet.

I told him I hadn't read it but it was earmarked for me to come back to.

(I'm kind of a beginning to end kind of person when it comes to reading a magazine.)

He told me to read it and give him a call after I had read it because he wanted to share something with me.

As soon as my Dad says jump, I usually say how high.

I always trust in his judgement and promptings so I sat right down and started to read.

Learning To Cope With Infertility

By Carolynn R. Spencer

The full article can be found here

I finished reading, had some promptings of my own and proceeded to call my Dad.

It was probably one of the best conversations I had ever had with my Dad.

He had managed to FILL all of the emptiness that I had previously felt that week

The details of my conversation I am going to keep private but I made sure to write them in my journal.

It was one of those special experiences that you never forget and will carry with you for the rest of your life.

I can't thank my Dad enough for listening to the promptings of the Holy Ghost.