I started studying something new this morning. I was really only going to spend 15 minutes on it, but the first question was this:
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Well, I decided to write my answer down. As I did so, I decided that I want my children to know my feelings on this....
When we ponder, we open our minds further to additional information heaven has for us. When we hurry on, we lose the opportunities to learn more.
For me, there are tuggings that I feel. I can’t explain it, but there are times when I read or hear or see something and there is a brief moment of there-is-something-more-to-this-than-what-you’re-currently-seeing, and I know that I need to take a few moments to really think on it or study about it.
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Once, a woman, who had just received and ignored a "tugging" experience and had some disastrous results, asked me if there were times when I ignored the Spirit’s promptings. I had to honestly answer, “Often.” She was surprised by this.
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I realized that the Spirit whispers to me often, and there are many times when I don’t follow it. These times of tugging are some of those times. They come on often. They are invitations to slow down and become more aware--to receive answers, but I often find myself in too much of a hurry, and I think, "Oh, I'll do that later." Sadly, as you can guess, though, "later" never comes. I guess, in a way, I often allow myself, like a bull, to be pulled by the ring in my nose--no, don't worry, I don't really have one of those. The opportunities pass, and I have, yet again, missed out on what the Lord had to offer me. **sigh** Thankfully, though, there are many times when I do slow down and take the time to be taught from on high. Those are times I treasure. From those experiences, I have greater confidence that what I'm doing is the right thing for me or that what I'm learning is preparing me for the next step.
Right now, our family is working on reading the Book of Mormon completely before the end of the summer. To be honest, though a worthy goal for my kids, it’s making me crazy!
One thing I love about the Book of Mormon is that I often feel tuggings as I read. Actually, now that I think about it, when I read it in the way that it was meant to be read—slowly, deliberately, and with a lot of thought in an attempt to understand how it applies to my life—I might even venture to say those tuggings are daily. It may even be that reading the Book of Mormon is what first made me understand that those tuggings exist.
One thing I love about the Book of Mormon is that I often feel tuggings as I read. Actually, now that I think about it, when I read it in the way that it was meant to be read—slowly, deliberately, and with a lot of thought in an attempt to understand how it applies to my life—I might even venture to say those tuggings are daily. It may even be that reading the Book of Mormon is what first made me understand that those tuggings exist.
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The promise at the beginning says, “A man [will] get nearer to God by abiding by its precepts.” Maybe this little exercise this summer is teaching me this by contrast. As I skim, I feel farther removed. I feel like I'm missing the whole point. I definitely miss my verse or two a day experiences. I miss those tuggings.
In that same introductory page, this promise is given:
And so I wonder, those who say we are brainwashed, could it just be that there is a power from heaven that the average John Doe on the street hasn't experienced, and therefore, doesn't understand? Could it be that those tuggings await us all? Could it be that all it takes to get them is an awareness that they exist and an attempt to receive them?
As I implied earlier, those tuggings aren't just reserved for when I read scripture. They come on often. I just believe that the exercise of reading has opened a whole new aspect of life--the ability to recognize tuggings.
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When I was a youth, my passion was for the Bible, particularly for the New Testament. I would stay up late at night reading and pondering. Nightly, my dad would knock on my bedroom door and tell me to "Go to sleep." It's not that I didn't feel those feelings back in those days; actually, maybe it's those very feelings that kept me reading each night. It's just that the feelings were stronger once I delved into the Book of Mormon.
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1 comment:
I learn so much from your example. I'm not one to feel those "tuggings" as I read. Maybe I need to slow down and take more time to ponder. Thanks for giving me something to think about:)
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