Parable of the Fireflies
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“Return those library books today, even though they’re due next week.”
“Send that email to that person as well.”
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I couldn’t know that bread would be needed for Sacrament that day, or that I would become ill next week, or that a particular person could answer my email quicker than the other recipients.
Listening to the Holy Ghost, in these cases, was not really vital. Like little fireflies to be caught in a jar, these little promptings provided a opportunities for moments of enjoyment and peace.
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When this happens, I plead with the Lord to keep sending small promptings until I start listening. Fortunately, He is kind enough to do it.
Find my next parable here.
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