a miracle

It was my privilege to be able to teach all the young women in our ward today. I get super nervous when I have to teach everyone but I love all the girls so much so that makes it a little less stressful. This time my topic was "Why do we have adversity?" I was pretty sure I was going to cry throughout the entire lesson but I actually did pretty good keeping my emotions in check. Adversity and I are currently well acquainted so I liked reading all of the talks and finding tons of 'adversity' quotes on pinterest. I mean, I cried the whole time while reading the talks but it was good for me.

My feet and hands have been hurting really bad the past few days. Every round they get worse and worse and this round was no different. They don't start hurting until the second week of my round which is a blessing, if they hurt from the very start of the round it would be pretty unbearable, to have the pain from the hand and foot syndrome along with the yuck from the infusion. Yesterday I was hurting really bad. I was nervous about being able to teach at all. I prayed that I would be able to 'stand before the young women and teach my lesson.'

I didn't even realize I had phrased it that way until I woke up this morning and I had no pain in my feet. My hands still hurt but my feet are fine. Fine. Normal. Pain free. Uh, friends, this is a miracle. An honest to goodness miracle. I am here to tell you that God hears and answers prayers. He exists. He loves us. He hurts when we hurt. He doesn't want us to suffer, but He knows that this suffering will bring us closer to Him and help us become who we want to be. He lets these things happen to us so that we can change.  I am His daughter and I am loved.