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I had no idea the struggles my parents were going through on Sunday, but during Sunday school I heard something that made me think of my parents and their house experience, and was asked to share it on the blog:

Our lesson was about the story of Moses and how he was called to free the Israelite people. If you read the first couple chapters of Exodus, you can see that Moses has a lot of doubts in himself. But he pushes through those to go and be the Lord's prophet. As we know, he went to Pharaoh to ask him to let the Israelites go, and of course the Pharaoh refused. In addition, the Pharaoh took it one step further by making life harder for the Israelites. They were the brick makers for Pharaoh's projects, and he had up to this point provided the clay and straw needed to create the bricks. After Moses asks to have the Israelites freed, however, the Pharaoh decides that the Israelites now have to collect the straw themselves, while still making bricks.

I'm sure this was very discouraging for Moses. He had the courage to be the Lord's prophet, and he had not only failed in his task, but he had also made their lives harder. We know that everything worked out for them, but he certainly didn't at the time.

This story made me think about my parents and their house experience. They felt really strongly about selling their house and had spiritual promptings saying that they needed to move. So they followed the Spirit's prompting, and what happened? They had a terrible time selling the house and it seemed like their lives became much worse. This was certainly really discouraging. but just like Moses, they kept pushing through. And now, after three years, they are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Hopefully my parents don't have another 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, although that was partially the Israelites fault. :-) But it is such a relief to all of us that Heavenly Father is starting to show his plan, and it's a testimony builder to all of us.

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