This happened to my eldest daughter on November 6, 1990. This is my journal entry twenty years ago—
Last night something really special happened to Mandee. She was chosen to experience a spiritual manifestation. We were taking turns reading chapter 8 in, A Witness and Warning. We were on the last page, and Mandee was reading a quote from Moroni 9:25-26 (Mormon to his beloved son, Moroni.)
“My son, be faithful in Christ, and may not the things which I have written grieve thee, to weigh thee down unto death; but may Christ lift thee up, and may his sufferings and death, and the showing his body unto our fathers, and his mercy and long suffering, and the hope of his glory and of eternal life, rest in your mind forever.
And may the grace of God the Father, whose throne is high in the heavens, and our Lord Jesus Christ, who sitteth on the right hand of his power, until all things shall become subject unto him, be, and abide with you forever.”
Part way through these scriptures, she looked up at me and smiled sweetly and said, “Oh, you know this scripture.” I can’t remember what my response was. She read a few more lines and said, “You have this memorized.” I was a little bewildered as to why she said something like that twice to me, so I asked her what she meant. She said, “You’re reciting this, so you must have it memorized.”
I wasn’t saying a thing while she was reading, and I told her so. So, she asked if Jason had been (Bill was not home yet, and not expected home until after their bedtime.) Jason had not either, and then she said, “I thought you were whispering what I was reading—the same scripture.”
I believe that she was privileged to bridge the veil for a brief moment and have a wonderful, faith-promoting spiritual experience. She began reading again, and kept looking up in bewilderment because she could still hear someone reciting that scripture to her.
The veil between heaven and earth is very thin, and we have but to listen to discover some of its hidden messages.
Don’t forget this, my sweet daughter!
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