Guided

I felt guided this weekend.

Of the five or six options for church, I managed to choose the one that a friend I used to know in Boston attends. It blessed my life to have someone I know with me in church today.

Then I went to a cemetery to find a gravesite I wanted to see. After wandering for 45 minutes, searching among the headstones, I sat down and asked in silent prayer for guidance. Then I felt directed to search in a certain area, and within a minute or two, I found it.

These are little things, but they teach me that Heavenly Father knows me well, and that He loves me enough to guide me to that which I desire.

And He loves you that much, too.