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The Spirit of God like a fire is burning... The visions and blessings of old are returning, and angels are coming to visit the earth."
I felt the burning of the Spirit tonight as I found myself with the opportunity to be the voice for thousands of women. I haven't had many experiences so forceful in my life, but there was no mistaking the Spirit when it came and moved me.
We have a member of the First Quorum of the Seventy and an assisting Regional Authority in town this weekend to change our Stake Presidency. At the end of adult session of Conference tonight, the Seventy gave us about 5 minutes to think of "inspired questions" that he or one of the others on the stand would answer. He told us that he has a daily opportunity to eat lunch with members of the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve at Church headquarters, conversing with them and that he has been on assignment with every Apostle or Prophet for the past 16 years. He said that he would take the hard ones and the easy ones could be answered by his assistant, the Mission President, or a member of our Stake Presidency.
I knew I had to ask about Mother.
As I was waiting for our thinking time to be over, I had the whole heart racing, hands shaking, sweating Spirit prodding thing going. I was determined to be first. When he finally opened it, my hand shot up. I know I wasn't first in the air, but he called me and the mic came my way. I stood with racing heart and I asked, "As a woman, "How can I as a woman know who I'm going to become if we know so little about Heavenly Mother, and how can we learn about her?"
I don't think he quite got the eternal scope of the question--or if he did, he didn't address it that way, in my opinion--but his answer was still good. He talked about consulting Patriarchal Blessings, reading the scriptures to familiarize myself with the voice of the Lord/Spirit, and praying (to Heavenly Father) to know more. He also spoke about finding little packets of blessings (I liked that) along life's road that would lead and guide me in the right direction. I was hoping for something grander, personally. However, when I stepped back from my expectations, I found that the answer given
was a confirmation of what I've done and what I'm doing, the direction I'm traveling. Also, for those out there who may be asking and thinking they're alone, or who are afraid to ask, or who don't even know to ask, I think it was a good intro answer that--if nothing else--might open dialogue and searching.
I was in process of leaving the building after the meeting, when I got this strong feeling to go back. I almost didn't, but the pull was so strong. It wasn't a forceful push or a drag, it wasn't a command it was... assurance. I walked back inside and stuck my head into the chapel. I looked for him, didn't see him, started to leave again. Again the feeling came, telling me to go back and keep looking. I did, but I didn't see him, didn't see him... Finally, I saw him across the room. Of course, there were a couple doen people chatting between us. I made my way in his direction, trying to find a path. I almost stopped to hug a friend of the family, but I said to myself, "No, I'm not here for that," and got through the gym to the opposite foyer. As I went through the door and looked up, I found myself face to face with the mission president, who said mine was a very good question and shook my hand. I nearly shook the hand of the Regional Authority but the mission president distracted him. Just as he was turning back to me, the Seventy approached and shook my hand and thanked me for being present tonight.
I thanked him for coming and I put my hand over his. Instantly, I began to tear up as I looked at him. I was filled with the fire of the Spirit and the weight of women's need. It enveloped me and seeped into me. It fused with my being for 30 electrifying seconds. I have felt such a sensation once before--this thick feeling of being engulfed in water but never drowning, only being pressed in upon by something omnipresent and holistic--as I entered a Celestial Room for the first time. I stood before him, wearing an unseen mantle lent to me by the spirit of every woman who ever lived, and choked out the words, "Please... I've talked to so many women about this, and we're very concerned. We want to know about our Mother. Please take that back to them. Let them know. Please, take it back to them."
He said he would, and thanked me again. The mantle did not lift from my being until I left the building. I couldn't help the tears falling down my face. It was likely confusing to those who had seen me just two minutes before going in the other direction with a smile on my face, but I had done what I needed to do. I did it without little fear and less hesitation. I felt the Spirit move me in ways I would not have moved myself under my own, often-timid power.
Now I pray and I hope--I desperately hope--that he felt the weight of our need, and he will take it back to the Apostles and Prophet. I will be praying for that this week as I prepare for this month's Fast. I will likely also go off the "planned subject schedule", personally, and go back to Fasting for our leaders' inspiration. Now may be the right time.
May our prayers be heard and answered.
Edits: Corrections made to titles of participants.