following the promptings


My dear Niece,

God is with you as He is with us here in our country. 

I feel impressed to tell you a story of ole Uncle Nate. Once upon a time, I was on a work assignment in the far off land of Washington State. As you may or may not know a lot of the west United States are empty country. Well I was in a city the size of your home of Clearfield when I was experiencing terrible headaches and it had been for three days. I would pray for relief but none came. Finally I went to their small hospital. The next three days are missing, because my dear niece, I gave information of who I was and was blessed by the loving inspired elders who the Lord led there with a blessing of healing. Afterword passed out and was shipped by helicopter to Seattle to get brain surgery. I woke up feeling great. I learned later that in my less conscious state that I had called home and work and had informed them of everything.

The point i am attempting to make Sister Bingham is that God, our Beloved Heavenly Father hears our prayers and puts in place the very things that we need to experience and want to hear and see. Miracles are yours if you look for them.

God bless you and keep you. We love you so much and pray for you and your to be an Oracle of peace and of the Master. Give continually a message of hope and charity. Love the people you meet and pray for them continually. 

Again you are loved by a loving Father that called you to teach and you are worthy. Never forget that.

Wir leiben Sie. Gott sei mit dir, bis wir uns wiedersehen.

Uncle Nate

Sent from H. Nathan's Phone
Dear Uncle Nate,
I'm so grateful for this email.  Really, I sincerely mean that.  Just this week I was crying because I just felt that being here was so hard and I was praying to God asking him why he wasn't there for me.  The rules here are getting more strict and our president told us that we weren't allowed to contact other missionaries...unless we had a reason to.  I just felt so alone and was wondering where God was...Then moments later I went to my room and checked my phone and I saw your email.  It was in that moment that I knew God had heard my prayers and it was through you!  I'm so grateful for your message.  It was a testimony to me that God dies answer prayers.

Sister Bingham

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