In one of the classes I attended at our Parowan Stake family history fair we were instructed to pray each time we work on our family history. So I have made that part of my routine.g
My current project is scanning hundreds of my parent’s family photos. Since praying before I scan I’ve felt a great love for these ancestors and their love for me that I never knew was there. It must be the “Spirit of Elijah”. It’s a beautiful feeling.
I was scanning pictures of my grandpa Hermansen and his wife, my step-grandma Inez, who was the only grandma I’ve known in this life (my mother’s mother died when mom was eight and my father’s mother died when dad was fourteen). As I came to the end of grandma Inez’s life there was a picture of her that did not look like her at all because she was suffering from Alzheimer’s. I wondered if I should scan this photo and then decided it was family history. I cropped and straightened it and was ready to push save when I received the strong impression STOP, don’t do that! I stopped and thought a few minutes and could tell that I was not supposed to save that photo.
It just wasn’t right for us to remember grandma Inez like that so I deleted the photo. Then memories came of all she had taught me and the wonderful times we’ve had together. I remembered when we had our first baby. Grandma Inez and grandpa drove to Salt Lake City from Ephraim with a roast beef dinner for us and she took the time to show me how to bathe our new baby. That’s a very good grandma! Grandma Inez isn’t my “blood relative”, but I know we will always be comrades and I will always love and appreciate her.
I am so grateful for the Spirit guiding me with my family history and I know it is important to pray for guidance as we do our family history.