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Sometimes I like to talk.  Talking helps me  figure things out.  I have a lot of one-sided conversations, and, sometimes, I talk to Jared. (I think he gets sick of hearing the same things, so I try to spare him.)   That said, sometimes I don't enjoy talking to Heavenly Father.  First of all, I'm way too distractable to offer great prayers. With a lot of effort I can say decent, sincere prayers. With monumental effort I can listen --a little--for answers.  (Luckily, I like to read, so if the answer comes in written form--in the scriptures or in my patriarchal blessing--I'm all set...at least, once I realize it's intended for me, and not someone else in the reading audience.)  I guess Heavenly Father knew we all have different abilities & styles, and I think that's why we have multiple ways of finding answers.  This weekend, he answered my prayers in a powerful way.  The process was long, and I doubt it's over, but through prayer, scriptures, other's testimonies, the priesthood, and patriarchal blessings, a partial answer came.  It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it was enough to strengthen my faith and give me hope; I can now  move forward without fear and wait for a more complete answer.  And today, I'm pretty sure that's more than enough.