The next week, when I returned to church and the sacrament was being passed, I said a quiet prayer to Heavenly Father.
I told Him that I understood He wanted me to become active again—but that He also knew my greatest weakness. Just to be sure, I said it out loud in my prayer:
It was my pride.
I told Him that if I was going to come back, I would need help with my pride—because it had led me to so many wrong choices.
As I sat there, I didn’t hear any response.
But after the sacrament, when the meeting continued, the first speaker stood up and began to talk… about pride.
I don’t remember everything he said.
My heart was too full.
Because in that moment, the Spirit whispered quietly:
Yes. He knows what you need.