That could be in the shower, doing chores in the home, driving the kids to destinations, or waking us up at night while we sleep. I’m going to share some of my experiences with this today.

I love to hear Him when driving the car. I have many children that see doctors with specialties far from home. We get everything together for a long day from home, load up the car and start driving. I am able to put a video on for them to watch and they have headphones to listen. I then get to listen to audiobooks and podcasts that fill my spiritual cup.

One such day, I was listening to a book that the Prophet of my church, President Russel M. Nelson, had just published. It is an amazing book. I found many answers to my questions and prayers that day. Two of those answers were about this blog. I felt such feeling a love when I heard the answer and then reached out with my thoughts to Heavenly Father in thanksgiving.

The kids had no idea what had taken place. They were enjoying their time with their entertainment. God met me where I was at driving to a doctor appointment that day, and He gave me answers.

Another time, I was agonizing over our infertility issues and was at church. A woman was giving a talk, and I don’t remember what it was about. I do however remember that she stopped and then said, “I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I feel strongly that I need to say it: The only way to fail is to never try.”

That was for me. I needed that little push from Him. God met me at church that day, through the speaker and He gave me an answer. He didn’t want me to give up trying for our family.

A long time ago, I had just become reactivated in my testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and was sharing a Book of Mormon. It wasn’t received well. I remember being devastated by the rejection. But you know what I did receive? I received for a certainty that I had a testimony of Joseph Smith who restored the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the earth in the 1800’s.

I shared His truth. He gave to me a confirmation of it. This person wanted nothing to do with it. I was very sad about that. But I now knew that this Joseph Smith was a real person. He was chosen by God to restore the gospel. God gave me that knowledge. I have no doubts.

I have shared about how I got the answer to my fasting prayer in church. I have shared about how I got an answer about my foster daughter in church.

I went to church to learn and to feel the spirit. He met me there and gave me answers. Going to church is a great place for me to hear Him.

One time I was in therapy and my therapist was telling me something after I complained to her about something my child was going through and how hard it was to deal with for me. Instead of hearing her response, I heard: “Stop. Remember they are a precious child of God.” This wasn’t to tell me that I needed to stop talking about it with the therapist. It was to remind me that when my child was having a tantrum or melting down, that I needed to stop my frustration from taking over my ability to recognize that this precious child of God that I had been blessed to care for was in distress. Instead of frustration, to meet them with love and compassion.

God was with me in my therapy session that day. He used that opportunity to speak to me. To teach me a very important lesson that I needed to learn.

I remember crying in the bathtub one day because I wanted to have one of those big ugly cries and I had no privacy to do it. As the water filled the bathtub, I let my anguish out in big loud sobs. I remember praying to Him with all of my hurt and confusion. I remember that he let me cry myself out. But when I was dried off and clothed again, I felt immense peace. I knew that my righteous desire to start our family was recognized and that He was working on it.

He met me in the bathtub that day. He heard my heartbreak. He was by my side. Then He gave me the peace that I so very much needed.

I’ve shared about how God sent me answers or little pushes through the mail. He saw how stuck I was in my thoughts. He knew that I needed a little push in the right direction. He sent them to me through the mail.

One time I did need to leave and go to the “mountain” to hear Him. It was shortly after being told that a friend had become pregnant that I needed to hear Him. I didn’t know if I could show up in celebration anymore for my friends when my heart was so broken with our inability to start our family. I wanted to be genuinely happy for them and not distracted by my own hurt. So, I drove myself to the nearest Temple. It is about an hour away from me, and the trip to get there is a little overwhelming to me. I had never gone by myself before.

I went to the Temple. I went inside and prayed to Him. I cried. I felt absolutely nothing. I even pleaded with Him, I am leaving soon, if there is anything you want to let me know, now is the time. Nothing. I went home. I was in tears on the drive. Why didn’t He speak to me. The temple is His house, where anyone can get personal revelation. Why did He stay so quiet?

As I pulled up to the house, I parked the car, opened the door and got out. As I stood up from the car, I felt me most amazing weight lifted off of my body. He lifted the weight of sadness from me. I will never forget it. He didn’t answer me at the temple because I needed my answer in such a physical way. He lifted my burden. Literally.

I have many stories like this. They are all special to me. Sometimes I was able to hear Him because I was in tune with the spirit. Sometimes, I let my burden become so loud to me that He needed to send me little pushes or answers from someone or something else.

How are you hearing Him? I promise that as you pray to Him, and listen to Him, answers are coming. He is there. It is very important to recognize Him though. He is with you always. As you learn to recognize His presence in your life, you will know that He is real. That He loves you. He knows you.