Faith precedes the miracles, after the trial of our faith,

My Home Teachers came today and shared their message. My Visiting teachers shared the same identical messages from the same Conference issue talk by Elder Anderson, You Know Enough. I didn't tell the second teachers that my first ones taught me the same lesson. I wanted them to have their own approach, and was glad I chose to say nothing.

I must have needed to hear it twice. I really liked what they taught and had remembered the original message from conference. As my visiting teachers discussed faith, they spoke of how some have a hard time accepting things on faith and it made me really think about and analyze my own faith and what motivates me to have faith--

My faith, I think comes from personal revelation as I look upon my own experiences. I recalled and shared with them how when I know something it comes from when I received personal revelation which tells me what I need to know whether it is a decision or prompting to do something important. There is not a doubt in my mind about whatever it is I am told, and there is where faith kicks in for me. When I know, I KNOW, nothing wavering.

I hope that doesn't sound arrogant or anything. My faith may be child-like and I take the WORD as firm. I remember a few things about my father, Carlos and a dream I was given a few years before he passed away. I knew from the dream the circumstance s which would occur with his stroke. I saw him in the hospital with my aunts around him and that his left side was paralyzed. I was there in the dream with him as well. What I didn't know was where we were nor when this was.

My father had had a stroke in May of 2003 in Boise, Idaho. I kept asking my contact about who was there and which side he had the stoke. None of it matched my dream so had the feeling this was not final one. I stayed in Utah and everything kind of went into place after the fact of the May stroke. I sensed he didn't have a lot of time left and I know in my heart I made the most of it because of my faith and what I had been given. I spent several visits going up to see him and was so grateful for the knowledge I had to help me understand what to do.

The stroke he had on Labor Day while visiting his sisters in San Antonio proved to be the one I saw in my dream two years earlier. My aunts of course were ALL there at the hospital. He even had the paralysis on his left side, like I saw in my dream.

My faith tells me that I was told the truth and wrote the dream down. How blessed I am to be able to have the support of the Holy Ghost to comfort me as well.