What an understatement.
Years ago, my husband was inactive. I used to pray every night that he’d come back to church. Just next Sunday, I’d plead. Just one Sunday, and maybe everything would be ok. But he never came.
Then one day I read a quote, I think by a member of the General Relief Society presidency (but I don’t remember) about how if we have a righteous desire, we can pray for it to happen, and give the Lord a deadline.
So I tried it. Our oldest child’s 8th birthday was looming on the horizon. I wanted his father to be able to baptize him.
I realized that my ineffectual nightly pleading was actually demonstrating a lack of faith. So I prayed once, and once only—and I warned Heavenly Father that I wasn’t going to pray about it again—that my husband would be able to baptize our son.
God had six months to get my husband back to church, to stop smoking, and to give up coffee.
After that, I stopped worrying about it. If it was at all possible, I had faith that it would happen. If not, I was prepared to accept that. I put it in God’s hands and let it alone.
Two weeks later, my husband told me he wanted to start going to church again.
He later told me he’d stopped smoking. It took him a few months to give up coffee, but that went too.
My husband’s father recently asked him about when he stopped smoking. My husband said that he’d always enjoyed smoking a cigarette, that he found it pleasurable. Until one day he lit one up, and it tasted bad. It wasn’t enjoyable at all. He never smoked again.
When our son turned 8, he asked his uncle to dunk him. And his father to confirm him.
The Lord is good.
Our son is 17 now. Our family recently prayed for something else for our family, something big, and gave the Lord a deadline. The deadline was this week.
To be continued.