I had one of those moments a few days ago.
I had a rough day. I was feeling alone, sad, and super inadequate in my calling as a missionary. It was one of those times that I wondered if I was even making a difference. I went into the bathroom and got on my knees. My Heavenly Father and I had a long conversation. I poured out my heart to Him. I told Him exactly how I felt. I told Him I felt alone. I told Him I was having a bad day. I told Him that being a missionary was hard. I made some promises with Him that I would do better. I begged for His help. His spirit, and His guidance throughout the rest of the day.
As I got up off the floor, and began to fix my make-up, the words to a song I haven't even thought of for years came into my head.
Walk tall, you’re a daughter, a child of God.
Be strong—please remember who you are.
Try to understand, You’re part of My great plan.
I'm closer than you know—reach up, I'll take your hand.
In that moment, I could not deny that my Heavenly Father was aware of me. I could not deny that He loved me. I felt Him close by, and I knew that I could do it. I knew that all of my problems weren't solved, but WITH Him, all things were possible. I knew that I was His daughter.
That knowledge made all the difference.
