Is Jesus Real?

A few weeks ago, Bergen started telling me that he wasn't sure if Jesus was real.  I told him how I knew He was real but suggested he start praying about it. He's been praying to know if He is real nearly every night.

Tonight Svend called because his car wouldn't start.  The kids and I went to get him. I was really quite depressed on the way to get to him because this is just something we can't afford. At all.  Money just kills me. Especially this time of year. I try to be giving and I LOVE getting presents for my kids. But then, looking at the bank account I realize we are screwed.  The kids can't do ice-skating any more. We are out of money. We are going to Texas next week for Christmas and will use every last bit of our savings account on that.  Thankfully we have a tax return coming...so we just need to make it til the end of February.

So we got to Svend and he tried to jump it. It didn't work. We thought maybe it was the starter. I got back in the car with the kids and told them we needed to pray for his car to start. I started crying. I told Heavenly Father how we just could not afford this expense and really needed his car to start and work because we are out of money.  I then started calling the insurance company so we could get a tow truck because Svend was putting away the cables and it looked to me like the car hadn't started. I was trying to get through to someone when Svend came up and said it had started. I was so relieved.

I asked the kids, "why do you think the car started?" They said Heavenly Father had answered our prayers.  I asked Bergen if he knew yet if Jesus was real. He said he knew now because our prayer had been answered.

I hope the car is fine. I hope it was just a "moment" we needed to "show" Bergen that Heavenly Father answers prayers.  I hope it was just something we needed to do so we could see and remember our blessings because I have just been depressed today.  However, if the car is not fine and we have to pay something to have it really fixed, I pray we can find the means to do so. I will also not lose faith, because we had a tender mercy tonight. One that was needed and one that we all recognized.  For this, I am grateful.

I know my Savior lives. I know He loves us. I know He hears and answers our prayers. I know He sees us trying...even though we fail again and again.  He is our advocate with the Father. He feels our failures and pains. He wants us to be happy.  He loves us.

I hope we can have a little more Christ in our Christmas this year. I am not a fan of the trials, but I pray we can see the blessings when they arise. That we can keep our heads up and "deal with the facts" and move forward because "his hand is stretched out still." I am grateful. And yes, Jesus is real.