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How has the Holy Ghost helped you?

  • The Holy Ghost has been a wonderful and constant influence in my life. He has guided me, inspired me, protected and taught me. I have felt his influence many times in my life and in many different ways. Shortly after I started working as a nurse, I felt confusion regarding the course my life should take. I prayed and asked for the Holy Ghost to help guide me. I made a decision to serve a mission for the church. As soon as I had made this decision I felt a peace and calm knowing that I had made the right decision. I know this feeling came from the Holy Ghost. The best part about the Holy Ghost is that he has confirmed the truthfulness of my beliefs. I have felt an undeniable confirmation and burning in my heart and soul that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is teaching the pure, true and complete gospel of Jesus Christ and that the Book of Mormon is a true book of scripture and that Joseph Smith did see God the Father and Jesus Christ and was called to be a Prophet of God. Show more

  • I have experienced the converting power of the Holy Ghost. By having it conferred upon me at the age of 8, I never appreciated it until a time in my life where I didn't feel the influence nor have the blessings of the Holy Ghost. The comparison between having the Spirit in my life and not having it was profound. The Holy Ghost helps me everyday, to know if I am doing the right things, and in so many other ways. It helps me "put off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ" (Mosiah 3:19). If I am living my life in harmony with Christ's teaching, the way my Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ would want me to live, the Spirit will magnify my abilities and enable all aspects of my life. Show more

  • As a young man I recall reading the scriptures alone most nights. One night I read a passage that described God weeping for his children. A powerful impression came to my mind that God loved me! The Holy Ghost spoke to my heart and my mind and I knew that God knew and loved me. Amazing! That feeling makes all the difference and gives me courage to press on in faith. I continue to have those kinds of experiences whenever is read His word. Show more

  • The Holy Ghost prompts me in my every day decisions. Sometimes we call the Holy Ghost the "spirit". I feel the guidance of the spirit when I'm mothering my children. With the spirit I know what to say and what to do on little decisions. On the bigger ones, I pray and the answers come as I listen with humility for the answer. One example of how the Holy Ghost has directed me was in the form of a warning. The Holy Ghost saved my baby's life when she was choking. I heard a distinct voice in my mind say "Turn around and look at your baby." I did - and she was choking on a dime her 20 month old brother put in her mouth! She was only 2 months old swinging in her swing while I was putting away groceries. I pulled her out of the swing, tipped her upside down and the dime rolled out of her mouth and across the floor. I feel so grateful that I lived my life in such a way that day that the I coud hear the Holy Ghost speak to me. When I strive to draw closer to my Father in Heaven, I hear His voice speak His will to me through the gift of the Holy Ghost. It guides and directs me every day - whether it be to warn, comfort, teach, confirm truth or enlighten my mind. It has taken time for me to learn the language of this spirit, but as I seek it, I hear it more and more clearly and I feel the safety that comes from knowing Heavenly Father is close by to guide me. Sometimes it comes as a warm feeling, sometimes it comes as a sudden brilliant thought (that I knew didn't come from me!), sometimes it comes as a tingle from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes. Regardless of how it comes, it's a feeling of "knowing". Knowing what to do, what to say, where to go, where to look, and knowing that I am loved as a daughter of God. It is truly a gift : ) Show more

  • The Holy Ghost has helped me in everything and blessed my life so much. He guided those two missionaries to knock on my family's door and to testify about the restored Gospel. He blessed my home with peace and joy as my family and I would learn from missionary lessons. As I sincerely prayed to Heavenly Father, having faith in Christ, to ask the veracity of the Book of Mormon and of the Prophet Joseph Smith, the Holy Ghost enlightened my mind and filled my heart with peace and joy. After coming out of the waters of baptism, the Holy Ghost filled my heart and my siblings' hearts with so much pure joy and exceeding gratitude that we couldn't hold our tears back. In the days when I have felt much grief, the Holy Ghost has brought me loving peace and warm comfort. In the days when I have felt weak and wanting to give up, the Holy Ghost has lifted me up, encouraged me to keep trying, and strengthened me with more determination and patience. In the days when I have felt confused or anxious, the Holy Ghost has given me abundant reassurance that everything will work out in the end and has taught me that there must be opposition in all things in order for me to progress. The Holy Ghost helps me to make the right decisions, guides me to be in the right places and protects me to be with the right people, and lets me know how to use my talents to serve others. He has helped me to draw nearer to my Heavenly Father and my Savior Jesus Christ and get to know them more and understand their will for my life. In many ways and instances, the Holy Ghost has truly testified to me that the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the one and only true Church of the Lord. I welcome everyone to find out about these glad tidings. I'm so grateful for the companionship of the Holy Ghost. He will never let us down. I know if you invite Him into your life, He will guide you, comfort you, protect you and testify to you of the veracity of this true Gospel. Show more

  • When I was a teenager, my parents had a business selling used appliances and household goods in a distant town on the Mexican border. This enterprise required them to drive their truck loaded with goods 7 hours one-way from central Texas to the Mexican border at least once a month. One evening after watching them depart on a business trip, I felt a strong impression to pray for my parents. The evening sun was still shining bright, and I didn't see the need to pray for them at that very moment. However, as I entered my home, I again felt a strong impression to pray for them, so I went into my room and prayed for their safety and well-being. When my parents returned home a few days later, I questioned my mother about their trip. My mother said the trip had been wonderful and successful. Curious about why I had been prompted to pray for them earlier, I asked my mother if anything unusual had happened. She initially said, "no," but then she stated, "it's funny you should ask." She said their truck broke down on a barren and very isolated road about an hour from the border. She said it was past midnight and dark, and she began to feel fearful and helpless when all of a sudden a truck drove by. She said coincidentally it was a friend of your father's, and he recognized our truck and turned around to help. She said the man and your father determined the truck's water pump was leaking water and needed to be repaired. She said the man surprisingly had extra water in his truck, and he and your father managed to mend the pump sufficiently to get us to our destination. My mother said the next day they got the water pump fixed and their trip was pleasant from thereon. My mother, who wasn't a member of the Mormon church, then looked at me and stated, "you were praying for us, weren't you?" It felt good to answer "yes" and to know she was blessed because I had followed a prompting from the Holy Ghost. Show more

  • During my first year in the church I had a wonderful experience where the Holy Ghost guided me as I served as a Sunday school teacher of 5 and 6 year olds. One child in particular taught me a great lesson. He found it difficult to endure the length of the lessons and would disrupt the whole class. Once, as we were discussing how Jesus had calmed the sea, I invited the chorister into my class to teach us a hymn “Master, the Tempest Is Raging” Hymns, no. 105. Like the storm referred to in the hymn, that child tempestuously raged until the chorister broke down in tears. I grabbed him and scolded him in the hall. I wasn’t pleased with myself, knowing in my heart that Jesus would never have done this. Not knowing what to do, I prayed for guidance. After one such fervent prayer, a specific thought entered my mind Send a letter home praising good behavior. I decided to give it a try. The next week I explained to my class that those who could listen and participate attentively in class would have a letter sent home describing their virtues. All their eyes lit up, and each, including my little tempest, prepared to be honored. In the next couple of weeks every child received a letter except the one who was the reason behind my efforts and inspiration. He would try, but he could not get through a whole lesson without a problem. Week after week this occurred. I prayed for him. I encouraged him privately each week, reminding him how badly I wanted to send him that letter. Finally it happened. Miraculously, he not only got through the lesson without disruption, but he even participated in the discussion. When the lesson ended, I excitedly told him of his great accomplishment. He smiled from ear to ear and walked out in triumph. That night I created a veritable epistle praising him. The following Sunday, a new boy walked into class. He looked like my tempest of weeks past, yet he had confidence and self-discipline that continued for the rest of the time I knew him. Show more

  • When I was fifteen, I blew out my left eardrum in a diving accident at the local pool. The doctor said it probably would not heal. Normal ear drum injuries are tears which heal readily. This was a perforation. He tried an unusual technique and told me to come back in thirty days to assess the procedure and get further instructions. For three weeks, every night my ear would drain an ugly discharge onto my pillow. I knew it was not healing. Was I was facing a life with impared hearing and continual ear infections? Then, one night as I lay in bed, I began to get scared about my ear problem. In our church, we can have priesthood blessings for the healing of the sick. I had heard many times from my friends how their dads had given them blessings and they were healed of various maladies. I felt alone. My family did not have this priesthood authority. (I could have asked for a blessing from my congregation leader, but that was lost upon the thinking of this fifteen year old.) I felt like it wasn't fair. Why couldn't I get a blessing and be healed? I cried. I was having a perfect little "pity party". I prayed to my Heavenly Father a prayer of help. Why didn't he love me as much as my friends? As I shed those tears, something wonderful happened. I began to feel a strange and wonderful feeling. Something that was coming from outside of my own faculties. It soon enveloped my entire body with a loving warmth. As I layed in bed, I received a feeling that I should not worry about my ear. I cried again. This time, they were tears of joy. The Holy Ghost had manifested to me. One of his names is the Comforter. I bear testimony of this. He has personally comforted me. The next morning there was no discharge on my pillow. In a week, the doctor exclaimed as he pulled his instrument from my ear, "It's second time this procedure worked for me in thirty-five years!! Your ear has healed." I already knew that. Show more

  • I had the opportunity to do an internship in Mongolia. I didn't speak Mongolian, and very few of the people there spoke English. It was difficult to communicate. I learned quickly, though, that through prayer to Heavenly Father, I would be helped and protected. It was only a week or so that I had been there, and I was still trying to familiarize myself with the city. There are many buildings in busy Ulaanbaatar. I was at work and received a text that I had an important meeting on the other side of the city. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. As I began walking in the direction I thought was correct. I soon realized that I had no idea how to get to where I was going. I stopped and looked back. I had gone too far. I lost the direction to make my way back, and didn't know which way to walk to get where I needed to be. I felt very alone and very uneasy. I said a prayer and asked Heavenly Father for help. I expressed to Him that I was sorry I hadn't planned better beforehand how to get to my destination, but said that I knew that He knew where the building was, the streets of this foreign city, and the desire of my heart. I exercised my faith and said, "I will walk, and trust that I will be guided to the right place." I began to walk and found myself trekking through allies and behind schools. I continued to trust that I would be okay and walked confidently on. As time passed I started to recognize a building here, or a tree there. I made it to my meeting on time, and thanked Heavenly Father for the Holy Ghost's guidance and the feeling of peace that helped me stay calm when I was lost. Show more

  • I can think of one specific example, where the Holy Ghost gave me a prompting, but I ignored it. It actually happened to me as a missionary. We were leaving our house, and got into the car. I was searching for the place we needed to go on the GPS. The GPS thought we were heading the other way on the street, so it told me to go out a different way. I could have easily gone that way, but I figured it would take more time, and it was easier to go out the normal way. Before we pulled out, I felt like we should listen to the GPS and go the different route. I ignored the feeling, and started leaving the normal way. We got to the first intersection, less than 1/4 mile away from our house. The man driving on the cross street didn't stop at his stop sign. I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him, but it was too late. We ended up broadsiding his car, causing plenty of damage to both vehicles. In fact, our car ended up being totaled. Thankfully, there were no severe injuries... just a sore ankle and a little bit of whiplash. But the lesson I learned has had a strong impact on my way of thinking. Even though the accident wasn't my fault, I've thought about this experience several times since it happened. If I had listened to the prompting I received from the Holy Ghost, the accident would have been avoided. I've learned a lesson from this experience... when the Holy Ghost tells you to do something, DO IT! Many times, we don't understand why we're receiving a prompting, but from the accident, I learned that it's better to just follow and obey, rather than rely on our own wisdom. The Holy Ghost is God's messenger. If we will listen to and obey his promptings, we can learn the truth of all things, and be guided in our daily actions. He will lead us back to our Heavenly Father. Show more

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