Just a rough stone

Sometimes I feel like a rough stone that Heavenly Father is trying to smooth out all the edges. Joseph Smith said something along these same lines. But isn't it true? Each and every day we live we have to choose what we believe, choose how we are going to act or react in every situation that day may bring about. Sometimes I don't realize I am consciously making these choices but other times I do. I am starting to realize the choices that we make each and every day have such a huge impact on the future, our future and other people's as well. 

Recently I was on an airplane. I bought the ticket for this ride months in advance with a friend. It was the first time either of us had done such a thing. I remember we double checked and triple checked to make sure that we had the same flight. We even had someone else check for us to make sure. After all of this checking how could we possibly have gotten it wrong? A month or so past and I was looking at my flight itinerary when I realized that I had the wrong day. How could this have happened? I called the airlines to see if I could switch flights....it was going to cost three hundred dollars to switch. So I started the process of switching flights. I was so afraid to fly alone that three hundred dollars didn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Isn't that crazy? I have always been so careful with money but all of my money rules seemed to fly out of the window at that moment. Right before I pressed confirm to pay the extra money I heard someone say clear as day "Stop and be still."

It was so odd and so sudden that I did. I have never felt the Holy Ghost so clearly in my life. I closed right out of all the tabs for the flight on my computer and just thought about what I was doing. I didn't need to waste three hundred dollars to switch flights. I knew that my friend and I had had the same flight when we bought the tickets but for some reason it was switched. I got down on my knees and prayed. Why? I got the overwhelming feeling that for some reason I needed to be on that flight. I didn't know why I still don't know why but for some reason I was supposed to be on that flight instead of the other one. It was scary knowing that I would be alone in a different country trying to figure out their airport. But I knew it was going to be okay. 

It's crazy how many different ways the Holy Ghost speaks. It doesn't always have to be so strong, sometimes it's just a small feeling. It all depends on if we choose to listen. Sometimes I wonder if the Holy Ghost ever gets tired of telling people things and them not listening. I think I would.

At the end of the day though I guess everyone has a choice to make. What do you choose to Believe?