“Truly Blessed,” New Era, Dec. 2012, 47
Our house was getting too small. With my newborn brother, there were eight of us (five girls, one boy, and my mom and dad) living in a three-bedroom house. My family prayed and fasted about it, and eventually we felt like it was the right decision to move to a bigger house in the same town but in a different ward. I was crushed. Yes, it was small, but I loved our little home. I especially didn’t want to leave my ward.
“And it came to pass that [Lehi] departed into the wilderness. And he left his house, and the land of his inheritance, and his gold, and his silver, and his precious things, and took nothing with him, save it were his family, and provisions, and tents, and departed into the wilderness.”
It hit me like lightning. I, unlike Lehi and his family, got to keep all my “precious things.” This reminded me to count my blessings. I realized that my parents wanted the best for our family and that I should remember how blessed I truly am.