I am not a spokesperson for the Church. I am one woman, trying to live life as God would have me do.
The text of the First Article of Faith is as follows:
"We believe in God, the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost."
The closest I come to understanding the concept of the eternal comes when I am standing at an ocean. I cannot see what lies beyond the horizon, but I know it's there. So while I cannot physically see God, and do not always understand His Plan, I know there is one and I am humbled and awestruck and oh so grateful that there is a plan. I would not be here today, and would not have the family I have, if left to my own devices earlier in life.
God puts people in our lives and puts us in the lives of still others in order to carry out His Plan. Sure, as the Almighty, he could just snap His fingers and have it be all done, but where would be the benefit in that for us, His Children?
Sometimes, as parents, we want to do things for our children. It's faster, there's less mess...etc etc etc. But again, how can our children learn if we don't give them the opportunities for both success and failure? That demonstrates to me the great love our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have for us. We have agency - the ability to choose - how we will act and think. Are our motives selfless...or selfish? Do our thoughts and deeds bring good results, or something...less?
And wow...that the Son of God would come to earth in a mortal body, so He could better experience and understand the frailties to which we are subject. How humbling is THAT?
Many times in my life I have felt the influence and/or comfort of the Holy Ghost. Following is one more recent example:
Several weeks ago, my father-in-law seemed to be having a stroke. He fell out of bed and when his wife got to him, his words were slurred and he was disoriented. He was taken to the closest hospital, about 20 miles away, and they care-flighted him to UK Hospital in Lexington. The first night, he alternately thought it was 1912 and/or 1963. He told my husband to let his mother and father what had happened (his father had passed on about a decade ago).
My husband was pulled over in a town north of us, on the way to the hospital, for speeding. I have rarely seen him that worried. I stayed at home with our worried children. As our children were engaged in other activities, I went out onto the porch and prayed...harder than I had in a while. Some time later, I felt complete peace in the midst of our family emergency.
While my father-in-law had all the classic signs of a stroke that first night, now, several weeks later, his mind is clear, his physical abilities are better and his spirits are as good as I've ever seen them. Now THAT is a miracle.
Respectful questions, suggestions and comments are encouraged and LOVED! (*hint, hint*)