A Believing Heart

I just finished reading 'The Believing Heart" by Bruce C. Hafen and I want to share a passage that really touched me, and that encompasses the theme of the book:

A few years ago, a university student related to his elders' quorum an event he had experienced just after being ordained a deacon in the Aaronic priesthood. He lived on a farm, and his father had promised him that an expected new calf would be his very own to raise. One summer morning when his parents were away, he was working in the barn when the pregnant cow began to calve prematurely. He watched in great amazement as the little calf was born, and then, without warning, the mother cow suddenly rolled over the calf. She was trying to kill it. In his heart he cried out to the Lord for help. Not thinking about how much more the cow weighed than he did, he pushed on her with all his strength and somehow moved her away.
He picked up the lifeless calf in his arms and, broken hearted, looked at it, the tears running down his cheeks. Then he remembered that he now held the priesthood, and he felt he had every right to pray for additional help. So he prayed from the depths of his boyish, believing heart. Before long the little animal began breathing again. The young deacon knew his prayed had been heard.
After he finished telling the story, the tears welled up in his eyes and he said, "Brethren, I shared that experience because I don't think I would do now what I did then. Now that I am older, less naive, and more experienced, I 'know better' than to expect help in that kind of situation. I am not sure I would believe now, even if Irelived that experience, that the calf's survival was anything more than a coincidence. I don't understand what has happened to me since that time, but I wonder if something is missing now.

I look at my life and the skeptical way I sometime approach things and wonder if I'm missing something too. And I think the answer is that I am. I think Megs bears the brunt of my skepticism and for this I am truly sorry. She is pure in heart, and has a believing heart, and shows me daily how to become more like Christ. I am striving to have a believing heart, to regain that which I lost. Sometimes I achieve it, like last year at work when the Lord blessed me with a little miracle. My prayer is that I will be able to approach every situation with simple, child-like faith, that I will at all times "doubt not, but be believing" (Mormon 9:27).