So the other day I was feeling overwhelmed and ended up face-down on the bed trying to find the motivation to get up and do the many things that needed to be done. For some reason, my mind went to a specific memory I have of my Grandpa who passed away when I was 3.
When I was little I would have my Grandpa sit in a chair and I would give him a "haircut". I would drape a stuffed animal snake (I think that's what it was) around his neck and pretend that it was a hairdresser cape (is that what you call it?). I would then grab a jar full of colored macaroni noodles (again, I think that's what it was) and then climb up on a stool behind his chair. I then pretended the jar was shampoo/conditioner/gel and I would shake it over his head and "cut/style" his hair.
Anyway, while I was remembering this I suddenly felt enveloped by a warm feeling of peace and comfort. I felt the presence of my Grandpa and I was able to get up and do the things that needed to be done.
"From the beginning down through the dispensations, God has used angels as His emissaries in conveying love and concern for His children... Usually such beings are not seen. Sometimes they are. But seen or unseen they are always near. Sometimes their assignments are very grand and have significance for the whole world. Sometimes the messages are more private. Occasionally the angelic purpose is to warn. But most often it is to comfort, to provide some form of merciful attention, guidance in difficult times."
-Elder Holland, October 2008 General Conference
Love you Grandpa!
