I do a lot of things that no one sees.

Or at least, no one over two-years-old sees.

And often, I don’t feel like I’m being rewarded for all of my hard work and small efforts.

I mean, I’m pretty mature. I’m intrinsically motivated to do pretty much all of my spiritual and physical tasks.

But still.

I often forget that there IS someone who does see every little thing that I do.

He sees when I’m about to go to sleep and remember I’ve forgotten to read my scriptures, and so I roll over and read a couple verses before dozing off.

He sees when I feel frustration boiling up inside, but I stay calm and kind, defusing the situation while also getting in a better mind space.

He sees when I get a prompting to text a friend, and follow through on it.

But the part I forget most of all?

He rewards me for every little good effort that I make.

Elder Uchtdorf said, “In reality, Heavenly Father is constantly raining blessings upon us.

It is our fear, doubt, and sin that, like an umbrella, block these blessings from reaching us.

He is rewarding me all of the time for my good deeds and desires.

But sometimes, I cling onto my umbrella of self-criticism, “busy-ness”, and slothfulness.

I’m not allowing the blessings to flow into my life. Or, at least, I’m not allowing myself to see them.

My favorite, easy remedy?

President Eyring said it best when he shared how he prayed and meditated each evening to see the hand of God in his life that day:

I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done.

We just have to try to see the blessings!

We have to give the Spirit a chance to show us.

Only then can we feel recognized, appreciated, loved, and blessed by our dear Father in Heaven.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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