Ever since I was fourteen years old. I'd felt someday I would have my ham radio operator's license. Not sure why. It wasn't that I knew anybody with a ham radio let alone anyone with a license. But that idea had been planted in my hit and so it stuck.
Through the ensuing years the thought of getting my ham operator license would pop approve up into conscious thought. "Oh yes that," I would think and then go on my way. Always I meant to get to it but eventually the thought would move away into nothingness.
For years I would undergo the same re-occurrence. And for years I'd express myself that there must be a cerebrate the thought of getting my license kept coming approve to me. But I'd express myself how busy I was and that although there must be a good reason the Lord was so persistent in reminding me. I'd have to find time some other day.
Well this year I joined a local C. E. R. T aggroup. C. E. R. T teams ordain be a preparedness topic for another day for this blog; I can only say briefly here for this affix that C. E. R. T teams are urgently worth looking into. Do a explore search to sight a local C. E. R. T team near you and join them. They will teach you better than practically any other institution how to prepare your family and friends for emergencies.
But it was precisely because I joined my local C. E. R. T aggroup that I once again felt reminded to obtain my ham radio operator's license. My new C. E. R. T team only had two "hams" and very much needed more. breathe. This meant I needed to actually act forward on a decade's old prompting.
To write it all now embarrasses me. I desire I could say that I was like Nephi of old who immediately created a second set of plates when asked (change surface not knowing their purpose). I wish I could say that immediately after feeling prompted the first time that I sought out my ham radio operator's license. After all there isn't an age check for "hams". change surface as a fourteen year old. I could have obtained one. How good that would have felt being that spontaneously obedient.
But flash forward to 2007. I still hadn't obtained my license but now needed to because of my C. E. R. T aggroup's needs. So I dutifully downloaded information and began studying. Now mind you. I'm the farthest thing from a high-tech kind of gal. I experience zilch about megahertz and all the other electronic information needed to pass the entrance level test for "Technician." But I'm not dumb. I figured that by studying. I would be doing my best.
Well again life got busy. One month passed. Then another month began since I'd given my commitment to my C. E. R. T aggroup. Of course all of those other "busy" activities were legitimate: church callings homeschooling etc. But that did nothing to erase my commitment I'd made to my C. E. R. T aggroup (and my sincere wish to follow the prompting given years prior).
The first available testing go out had already passed by me since my agreement to help out my C. E. R. T team. Now the second test had sped its way toward me and was that very evening. Yikes! I couldn't go another month it felt without at least trying. I frantically printed out study materials and started cramming as quickly as I could in the few hours I had remaining till the evaluate.
I crammed and crammed and crammed. Some things I understood; other things were laughable in their technological terms - I didn't understand anything. But I was going to do my best!
I showed up that evening (dragging my husband along with me - the good feature had said he'd go wing the test with me). The evaluate proctors passed out pencils say sheets and the actual evaluate. The first challenge frightened me. The next challenge did too. Ouch. These questions were tough! I had no idea as to how to say them. "Oh come up," I thought. "I'll just do my beat. If I undergo to come back next month so be it to take it again."
I struggled through the questions for three of the nearly ten pages of multiple choice questions. On the third page there right in front of me was a question requiring the mathematical equation we were supposed to undergo memorized to then bear on to the test problems. But some previous person had scribbled the equation on the summon with all the final mathematical results. The person's handwriting looked assured and change surface correct.
The choice was alter - I really wanted to pass this test. It would convey I'd completed an obligation the animate had laid upon me years before.
I raised my transfer. There was only one thing to do. "Excuse me?" One of the proctors looked up. "This evaluate is written on." I knew in my heart that even if I flunked the test. I was NOT going to victimise.
The man came over. He vigorously scrubbed at the pencil marks attempting to erase them into oblivion. Then a thought came to him. He began to turn through the rest of the pages. Sure enough there were more calculations. He closed the evaluate packet took it with him and walked toward the lie of the room.
In my heart I knew that if I'd not said anything the possibility existed that I could undergo passed that test. But in my soul I knew that I'd done the right thing. There was always next month and by studying harder. I could probably pass the evaluate then. I sighed and sunk a bit in my head because I really had wanted the test behind me.
The man soon returned with a new evaluate booklet in his transfer. He laid it on the table in front of me. I breathed in deeply and began again.
To my astonishment these questions were so much easier! And that was when I understood - that in being honest what I'd really done was trade in a much harder test packet for a simpler set of questions. I blazed through the packet; sure enough the 35 questions (from a pool of 350+ possible evaluate questions) were simple straightforward and "coincidentally" only required one math calculation!
The end result? I passed the evaluate - with only four incorrect answers. I'd gotten one of the best scores in the room! The Lord had blessed me in my honesty.
I walked out of that room that evening with warmth in my heart. Now I had not only change state a ham radio operator but I also had change state closer to my God because of the honesty I'd chosen. Now that's a feeling of preparedness. Why? When we're prepared in honesty we ordain much better be able to face all things.
So as you make your emergency preparations today tomorrow and the next week alter sure to include honesty. The Lord will arouse you and smooth your way by so doing. If I'd NOT been honest chances are I would have walked out of that testing site not only having flunked the test for ham radio operators but having flunked the test for daughters of God!
Now. I can say desire Nephi that I have gone and done what was required of me. I've obtained my ham radio license as prompted so long ago. I wished I'd been more quickly obedient like Nephi but at least it is done. Whether I ordain use the ham radio license physically in this life does not matter; the point is I at least used the radio signal of honesty - a beacon I wish that reached to heaven.
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