Following my Feelings

I've been taking this family history class. It's been really challenging for me. One thing that has bugged me the whole time is the knowledge that I have ancestors whose names have been skipped over. I believe in temple work. I believe that my ancestors are waiting for me to begin their work, I actually believe that this responsibility is a large part of why I need BYU-Idaho.

The story that I wanted to share on here is only a small segment of what has been happening for me recently. I think it's worth sharing.

When I started this semester, my teacher had us read a million talks about what crazy things will happen when a person earnestly starts seeking out their ancestors. Frankly, I didn't believe anything cool would happen to me. It's not that I doubt the stories that other people share, I just figured neat stories are a little too cool for me. Well I was wrong.

Maybe this is going to sound silly, but I know this wasn't coincidence, and that is what makes it neat.
I'm in the middle of a journey, looking for information about my great grandfather Paul Raymond Smith. And I don't really know where I'm going to end up. But tonight, at midnight I felt some pull towards my family history homework. I started looking for one piece of documentation to satisfy the assignment. About fifteen minutes in I started getting anxious, I wasn't finding anything! So I called my brother. He didn't answer, but texted me agreeing to call before going to bed. I kept looking. About ten minutes later I got on Facebook  I almost posted about my discouragement with my search, but hesitated. I left Facebook  deciding to go to bed. In a random moment, mostly out of boredom, I returned to Facebook and posted the following:

does anyone happen to know anything about my mom's paternal grandpa??? Paul Smith... I'm kinda on this weird obsession kick right now. It started out as homework, but it's turning into this crazy need for information... Just wondering... Clearly I can't make a million phone calls at midnight...

 I felt silly posting it. But I felt this weird urgency so I did it anyway. Within twenty minutes, just as I'm about to go to bed, my grandpa calls me. (Remember how late this is? See, not coincidence.) I hardly ever talk to my grandpa, so this phone call would have surprised me at any time of day. He said "Hi Emily, this is grampy, Rosemary said you were wanting information on my dad." Rosemary, his wife, apparently chose that particular time of night to get on Facebook and my post was the first thing that showed up on her wall. She wasn't tagged in the post, so it easily could have not shown up on her wall. It was there though, and she immediately told my grandpa that I needed help, and he called, just before one in the morning.

It was really neat. Maybe my story doesn't portray the event very well, but just take my word for it. Heavenly Father allows our ancestors to bless us and guide us as we try to help them. I want to make sure that no name is passed over for temple work. I know I won't get every last name, but I wanna make a huge dent in my family tree. I am trying to work hard at this. What a blessing that I can feel the influences that are guiding me as I search for needed information.

Thanks for hearing me out.I just wanted to share my moment of wonder with ya'll.