I went to a fireside tonight and Reid Moon was the speaker. He is an expert on historical documents and books and he collects them then sells them. He told some amazing stories that have stuck out to him during his research and one in particular stuck out to me. Some parts may not be exactly right, but it is what I can remember. :)
It was about Phoebe Whittemore Carter, who was Wilford Woodruff's wife. They met when they were both about 30 years old and she was singing a song as he was walking by the house she was staying in when he started to join her singing. She opened the window, looking down from the second floor to find a man standing there. He asked her how she felt about him calling on her and she said, "without a proper introduction? Cold." And she shut the window on him. They were married 2 1/2 months later.
Not long after they had a daughter, then Phoebe became very sick and died from the illness. Wilford Woodruff said, "The spirit and power of God began to rest upon me until, for the first time during her sickness, faith filled my soul, although she lay before me as one dead." He took some consecrated oil, then consecrated it again, and laid his hands upon her and gave her a powerful blessing. She took a breathe and came back to life. She tells the story a little differently (as told by Wilford Woodruff):
"While I was undergoing this ordeal (as my wife related afterwards) her spirit left her body, and she saw it laying upon the bed and the sisters were there weeping. She looked at them and at me, and upon her babe; while gazing upon this scene, two persons came into the room, carrying a coffin, and told her they had come for her body. One of these messengers said to her that she might have her choice - she might go to rest in the spirit world, or, upon one condition, she could have the privilege of returning to her tabernacle and of continuing her labors upon the earth. The condition was that if she felt she could stand by her husband, and with him pass through all cares, trials, tribulations, and afflictions of life which he would be called upon to pass through for the gospel's sake unto the end, she might return. When she looked at the situation of her husband and child she said, 'Yes, I will do it.' At the moment that decision was made the power of faith rested upon me, and when I administered to her, her spirit re-entered her tabernacle, and she saw the messengers carry the coffin out the door."
Phoebe went on to have nine children, five of whom died in infancy, stood by her husband through the polygamy (even though she was openly against it until receiving her own answer it was the will of the Lord) and being the prophet's wife. I don't think she had a full idea of what life had in store for her. Had she known she may not have made the same choice. The fact that she made the choice to return to this life instead of resting from her labors says a lot and is the reason she stuck out to me so much tonight. It made me think of my life and my faithfulness to my husband and my family. There are so many faithful women who have gone before us who have used that faith as a REAL POWER in their lives. These are women who buried many children, cared for their families while their husbands were away on missions, backed up the prophet Joseph Smith amidst all the persecution, took their families across the "wilderness" in wagons and hand carts, read the Book of Mormon and showed their children what REAL women can do with the power of their faith.
As I walked in my front door I felt a load on my shoulders of the shoes I had to fill of all these amazing women who have gone before me. Then I quickly felt a guardian angel, then two, then three, then a whole crowd around me by the time I got to my room. I stood in front of my closet and began to weep as I realized all those amazing women who have gone before me are the ones supporting me, lifting me, guiding me, helping me, cheering for me, and comforting me as I try to continue on my path in faith with the hope that everything will turn out all right in the end. I forget the power of FAITH sometimes. I forget that faith is not just a nice thought of hope. Faith is a real power that can give us strength, dedication, stamina, patience, and love amidst trials and days we feel we are not enough. I have felt the power of faith and the absence of faith in my life. I can see now that I am much less on my own when I don't have a fire of faith burning inside me. I am more timid, not sure of myself, I have less patience with my children and I am more concerned with earthly things that have no importance in the eternal plan. Then when I have God as a more prominent figure in my life through my faith I am more focused on what matters, I have more strength in my heart to be the kind of woman I want to be, I am more confident in my beliefs and in myself. When I have the faith in Him to lead me, guide me, and walk beside me I have a fire in my heart with a conviction that I can do anything God asks me to do. I will commit tonight to have more faith, more consistently.
These are my thoughts and my testimony tonight. I love you all and I am so grateful to feel that I am being raised among some of the greatest women I know. My sisters. My angels.