DAY 241 --- Small and Simple Things

By small and simple things are great things brought to pass.  Great things would be $50,000 in my bank account for serving at least one mission.  By small things "can" great things happen.

I guess I could run up to Idaho and purchase a lottery ticket.  I guess I could waste a tank of gas or two and run over to Wendover and put in one quarter and win that amount.  I guess I could be approached by someone I haven't see for a very long time, have then ask what I am doing, ask what I was seeking when I was looking for a job, and have him tell me that he might be able to give me a job paying me more along the lines of my 40 years experience, half of which were in engineering.  I guess another small thing would be for me to work two jobs for only a small amount of time until June next year.

Just because I read the scripture in the Book of Mormon about small and simple things doesn't mean I have the opportunity of choosing the small or simple thing that will result in that great thing.  Nor does it give me the privilege of dictating the timing of those small and simple things. 

I continue to open my mind every day to listen to whisperings, for contact from Father and the Holy Ghost to tell me where to go, what to do, and what to pursue to find that small and simple thing.  I haven't found it yet, but that doesn't mean I won't.  Our Father is teaching me many lessons daily, preparing me for something, or just preparing me to be more worthy of His kingdom.  He of course could answer all of my petitions, when and if He wants to.  I just have to assure I am patient, listen all the time, and follow up on any small or simple thing.

I know unseen things are happening that will influence my life in the near future (eight months).  I don't know what, but I know something is happening at the hands of Father that will touch us.  Patience, and we shall see one day soon.  (Soon means in the BOM - 80 years.)

NOTE:  Last night I had a dream.  Brother Hansen called and said that the Stake President wanted to see me in the Stake Offices on Wednesday at 7:14.  I don't even know a brother Hansen.  Anyway, that was interesting, and I remember it very clearly.  A Dream?  I undigested potato?  A nightmare?  Who knows.  Perhaps one day I will know.  But perhaps not.