I had my backpack packed and was headed out the door when my religion teacher at BYU said two words:
“Expect miracles.”
The phrase hit me so hard, I went back to my chair, got my notebook back out, and wrote it down at the top of the page.
Then, I promptly forgot about it.
Later that day, I was at the temple doing proxy baptisms for the dead. As I was praying, I felt prompted to ask that the people who I was doing work for would protect me that day. I have never felt prompted to do so before, but that day, I asked.
As I rode my bike quickly to the library to print an essay before class, I saw a car coming. But they had a stop sign, so I kept biking without stopping.
I realized too late they were turning right and were not planning on stopping.
I shut my eyes and braced for impact.
Then, suddenly, I was on the other side of the car.
The car pulled over and got out to talk, but I was in shock and just kept biking. I got to the Provo library and was shaking. As I sat there, two words came to my mind clearly:
Expect miracles.
It’s hard to explain. I know that someone could easily explain this miracle away—
But I know that people on the other side were protecting me that day.
In Doctrine and Covenants 128:15, Joseph Smith wrote,
“And now, […] let me assure you that these are principles in relation to the dead and the living that cannot be lightly passed over, as pertaining to our salvation. For their salvation is necessary and essential to our salvation, as Paul says concerning the fathers—that they without us cannot be made perfect—neither can we without our dead be made perfect.”
This service is not a one-way street.
They need us.
But I can also personally testify,
We need them.
I sometimes think of that moment when I closed my eyes and was suddenly on the other side,
And think of another time that I will close my eyes and be on the other side, this time of the veil.
The joy and love the that will be felt by all—
As we finally reach the salvation we could only reach together.
I can’t wait.
come follow me daily 