Writing Helped Improve My Hearing

A Golden Symphony

 This morning, as I was getting dressed, something settled quietly into my heart. For the past year and a half since Kelly’s passing, I have been praying for guidance because I have felt so lost and unsure about the direction and purpose of my life. I kept asking Heavenly Father to show me what to do, where to go, and how to move forward when everything inside me felt heavy and unsure.

Recently, small thoughts began to come like gentle nudges that whispered, “Go and do.”
So I tried. Even on days when I felt like doing nothing, I pushed myself to simply begin. And as I did, my days began to shift. I was able to accomplish things I needed to do and even things I wanted to do. Small movement created more movement.

Still, there were days when starting was hard. When the motivation to “go and do” needed help to begin. On those days, I often turned to family history, an activity I love. It has been a blessing.

Then this morning, a realization came. Several weeks ago, I was invited to speak in church. That invitation led me to revisit stories from my past so I could share the lessons I had learned. In doing so, I remembered how much I enjoy writing. I have always considered journaling a form of therapy, but I realized that writing about life lessons always brings me back to scripture and gospel teachings.

Not just recording tasks or events but returning to the kind of writing I used to do, the kind that helped me see what I had learned from the day. The kind that turned experiences into messages. The kind I used to share on my blog, where I wrote from the heart and let the lessons speak.

As that thought settled, I recognized something else. This was an answer to prayer. I had been asking not just to read scriptures, but to study them, to understand them, to connect them to my life, to let them shape me again. And I realized that writing is part of how I study. It slows me down. It helps me notice. It helps me connect the dots between my life and the stories I know from scripture.

Throughout the day, little moments come, a word, an experience, a memory, and they turn into teaching moments. They become stories with lessons tucked inside. And when I write them, I see how they link back to the scriptures I love and the truths that have carried me.

This became a Golden Symphony:

Because I prayed, I received inspiration.
Because I acted, I received revelation.
And because I listened, I received understanding.

Inspiration began the journey, revelation moved me forward, and understanding helped me see His hand in it all.  I had been praying to know how to draw closer to God. And through a quiet process of small steps, I finally recognized the path He had prepared where my feet could follow and my heart could hear.