For years I have fantasized about finding a hidden berry patch somewhere that only I know about, where I can pick berries to my heart’s content. Then I want to take them home, freeze them all, and have blueberry crumble all year long.

Today’s story isn’t about finding berries, but finding God. I love it! I noticed this story from the June 2009 Ensign of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints a few weeks ago, as I read stories from Gospel Library app on my phone. For some reason, it really spoke to me.

It starts out like this:

“I have never been able to forget the feeling I had when I gazed into the sky as a young girl. I always felt there was a Being up above who watched over me. And like most Chinese children, I studied a lot. But I also liked to question things, a habit not encouraged in my culture.

“When teachers beat me for not earning perfect grades, when loved ones suffered because of choices they had made, or when less-fortunate individuals felt only destiny controlled their lives, I would ask myself, ‘What is my purpose in life?’ I wished for a Supreme Being who could answer all my questions. Sometimes I felt so empty and anxious for the truth that I would look into the sky and say to that Being, ‘Please, tell me the reason for my life, and I will do everything I can to achieve that purpose.’ “

If you’d like to read the rest of the story go here! You’ll be glad you did!