Well, that happened today. It happened to me and another member of my family today at church and there is no question--I mean ZERO question--that Heavenly Father was speaking to us.
I was angry today. Really upset. The kind of upset where I spent most of the night awake, plotting how I was going to vent my anger at the right person (people). I'm not going to go into details about what happened because it was so hurtful and I can't voice it, even with my blog voice. But trust me when I say the anger and the hurt we felt was justified and the behavior that caused that anger and hurt was completely unnecessary, unwarranted and mean-spirited.
This morning was difficult. I still felt protective and upset. I don't take it well when those I love suffer at the hands of other people.
Sacrament meeting was good--a couple of good talks and a nice musical number. But during church, I still thought about how I was going to make my anger known to the right people, how I would make them understand how awful they had behaved. And I wasn't the only one. The other member of my family was hurting--the kind of hurt that manifests itself in anger. Except for every once in awhile, when the hurt overcomes the anger, and a lip quivers or tears fill the corners of one's eyes. And when I saw that happen several times, my own anger grew.
And then the meeting was ending and the bishop leaned over to the one who was conducting and whispered something. And then the bishop stood and said, "I know the meeting needs to end when the meeting should end. But I also know that sometimes something needs to be said and I don't know why, but today, for some reason, I'm supposed to share this with you." And then he shared Doctrine and Covenants 64: 9-11: