Richard G Scott "Recognizing answers to prayers"

When He answers yes, it is to give us confidence.

When He answers no, it is to prevent error.

When He withholds an answer, it is to have us grow through faith in Him, obedience to His commandments, and a willingness to act on truth. We are expected to assume accountability by acting on a decision that is consistent with His teachings without prior confirmation. We are not to sit passively waiting or to murmur because the Lord has not spoken. We are to act.

Too often I am upset because I wrongfully think that God has not answered my prayers. I realized with this talk how important it is to stop and think if He really did answer them. While struggling to decide my major, and then struggling to decide what college to attend (whether I should transfer somewhere close to home) I was distraught because I prayed, and I prayed often. While reading this talk I paused. I took a moment to look back and realized God had answered my prayers, but He had given me time first to decide. This is where I get slightly confused. I know my prayers wee answered, and I know at first He did not answer them because He wanted me to decide. However, while decided I met people, spoke to people, and made lists, etc that eventually led me to the correct answer... Now I wonder what was God's purpose in having me wait?

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