The weirdest Sunday ever.

I had to write this experience down before I forget it.

Today I was assigned to speak in sacrament regarding the young womens program. I was nervous but also confident at what I felt was a pretty simple subject.  My family is in town so I was excited to speak in front of them and hopefully make them proud.

The other woman who is the second counselor in the YW presidency went before me and gave an eloquent well written talk. I was worried that my discombobulated notes would lead to a less than desirable talk.  I started to speak and felt the spirit of the Lord strongly immediately.  I gave my talk and went with what I felt the Lord had wanted me to say. I sat down satisfied that I said something that was genuine and from my heart.

At the end of church I found out that during our earlier meeting there were two men that no one knew who entered the chapel while I was speaking. They were both wearing hoodies and pajamas and walked in and then split up. They then deliberately walked up to the front of the room with staunch and serious looks on their face and sat in the second row on both sides. They did not seem friendly and they did not seem like they were there to worship. One man crossed himself and left quickly. The other man stayed about 5 minutes or so and then knelt on the floor and crossed himself and also left. A few men including some of our leaders followed the men out and got their license plate numbers as they left.  The priesthood holders kept vigilant watch the rest of our church meetings walking around making sure that they didn't come back. People said they looked defeated as they left as if they did not go through with whatever they planned.

For those of you who are not members of our church I just want to clarify why this was so off putting.
The first thing is that most people that come to our church wear sunday best clothing. It's not a requirement but it is definitely the norm. They also looked very hostile and determined in some way to make a statement.
In our church we do not cross ourselves in our meetings. Not that this is bad but they way they did it was in the style of how some terrorists have made hand gestures or statements just before they blow themselves up. It was very weird. Many people thought to themselves that they might have come in expecting a male pastor and saw lil ole me up there crying about Young Womens and decided against either their demonstration or harming us.
Also usually in a house of worship people try to be quiet and not draw attention to themselves. They clearly wanted everyone to see them as they walked up to the front. (This is all what I heard from those who saw it)

It was really weird and really creepy and almost everyone that saw them said they got an eery and creepy feeling when these men walked in. They were there for a purpose. Whether it was to hurt us or to make some demonstration no one knows. BUT either way they did not succeed in their purpose other than to really freak us out.

I had to write this down because I have such strong feelings about it. I mean I could have been shot, or hurt or threatened and I didn't even see them!! HOW did I NOT see them??? I was looking at the congregation and I have no recollection of the event.
I truly believe that the Lord stepped in for us today. He protected us from whatever these men were trying to do. He protected me. He protected my family. I am not sure but in some sort of way when I think about it I think the Lord used me in a way to say something that disarmed theses men. NOT that I did anything at all. BUT I am humbled by the fact that whatever I was saying really wasn't me at all. The Lord filled my heart and used my mouth to somehow shoo these men away.  It is weird for me to say that.

My whole life I have prayed and hoped I could be someone who listens to the holy spirit and lets it work in me and through me. I have told the Lord on numerous occasions that I am willing to do his work and be his vessel if he chooses to use me.

I hope that's what happened today. I only pray the Lord is pleased with me and I fall at his feet for his mercy and divine intervention. I am very overwhelmed today with emotion.

It was the weirdest Sunday EVER.

One that I won't forget soon.

And here I was thinking ti would be just another Sunday.