It's the little things that happen in life where so many people call it a coincidence, but I know different. I know God has a hand in our lives. I also know it's hard to see bad things happen in this life and not blame God. Yes, He let's hard things happen to us that we have to deal with. He doesn't cause them, but he does let us go through these hard situations. That's the whole reason we're here, to show him we have faith even through the miserable worldly experiences we trudge through. But he's there. He's crying or cringing with us through the struggles and disasters, but he's there. I've seen His hand in my life, and I'm so grateful. I'm grateful that I have my faith through my trials, and I'm grateful that I have a loving Father in Heaven who knows who I am and guides me to my next steps in life. And I'm endlessly in debt to my Savior who knows everything I have to deal with and bare.

I had a neat experience today at work. Just a simplistic gesture from my Father in Heaven, where again, I saw His hand in my life. But these tiny experiences are undeniable to me, which is why I want to record them down for my family and myself to read back on. They're testimony builders.

Working in an elementary school has given me a few opportunities to panic with the rest of the staff when a child is missing. It happens rarely, and it's terrifying. The Vice Principal barged into the library and asked if I had seen said child that I instantly assumed was missing. She panicked when I said no and she rushed out.

The Principal of the school only a few seconds later came over the intercom and asked if all teachers could quickly take roll. A voice spoke to me in the form of a thought, "He's across the hall". I got up and looked out my library door. No one. I looked in the Title 1 classroom across the hall. Everything seemed normal. I went back into the library. But a few minutes later, that feeling was there, and I got up and looked in the classroom again. The teachers I kept looking in on were totally getting confused. But then, when I asked one if I could talk to her for a moment, I was asking her about if she knew where the child was, and while we were talking, the child crawled out from the classroom table, walked past us and started walking down the hall. I chatted with him and he said he was sick, not feeling well, and I took him into the office where the vice principal just cried. It's such an emotional experience when you're put in charge of all these children. But I'm grateful. So grateful that God nudges us when we're prepared to listen. And it's in those recognizable moments that don't make sense, and it's not a coincidence, that encourage me more to keep my relationship strong with my God so that he can utilize me whenever needed. There's been times in my life where I haven't felt close to my Father in Heaven and after a peace of time, I recognize what's missing, my relationship with my God. It's a constant nourishing relationship. God wants us to draw nearer to Him, but He can't force us. My relationship with my God is something I will always crave. Always. And hopefuly recogize when I'm slacking.