Last week my family and I had the AWESOME experience to go to Hawaii for a week. We had agreed years ago that once both my brothers got back from their missions, we would have one last parent sponsored family trip. 

I was obviously getting pumped to go... but I remembered something. Pretty much the day we left would be the day for me to start my period. Now this was a relatively small thing, but I knew that I would be uncomfortable, snappish, and might even put myself and others in danger while we were snorkeling. 

So weeks in advance I started praying that my period could be postponed. It sounds so silly now, but I was really nervous. I packed what I needed and we set off. Day 1: nothing. Day 2: nothing!

For the whole week my period was held off. I know that if it had been God's will, it would have happened and things would still have been fine. But he chose to answer this small, and kind of silly, prayer. It meant a lot to me, and has really strengthened my faith.