Righteous people are entitled to revelation. Revelation is an allowed form of “intervention” because it doesn’t take away agency or the consequences thereof. That’s my take, anyway. It still doesn’t change the fact that it’s sad to see the consequences of agency when the evil deeds of one person directly impact the innocent. No matter how much evil there is in the world, the righteous will always have special spiritual experiences like the impressions talked about in these comments.

Before my wife got pregnant with our third child, I was alone in the room, doing stuff at the computer. Suddenly I saw a girl – maybe 8-10 years old in the corner of my eye. When I turned my head, there was none. This happened a few more times, until my wife got pregnant a few days later and never reoccured since. We had the impression, that she was to inform us to do our homework, and “pick her up”. During all the pregnancy, I knew it would be a girl. We named her Victoria Elisabeth.

As I am writing this, I notice, that her name fits well to the story. She was victorious – she won. Never thought of it this way.

This didn’t happen with the other three children. Either she didn’t want to wait any longer, or I had to have a special experience, or she has a special work to do some time in her life and needed a well timed birth. No idea.

Hey, the multi-personality nature/contradiction of it all sure does support the trinity being 3 seperate individuals :)

I hear the HG also hides God’s stapler… hope I’m not blaspheming…

I started reading this thread because I’ve had the name of my daughter since I was about nine years old… she isn’t here yet, but may be by the end of next year. But that’s all another story.

When I was at university I wasn’t a Christian. I could not, for the life of me, understand how my best friends mother forgave the man who had murdered her daughter and buried her under the floor boards of her living room.

But Rachel’s Mum was as upset for him as she was for her daughter… even as time went on she became more upset for him. She knew, absolutely, that Rachel was in heaven. She was petrified that the rapist and murderer who throttled her daughter would have to spend eternity in hell.

Whether the murderer has truly repented yet or not I do not know. But I do know that despite his despicable and horrendous behaviour to my best friend at sixth form, which I couldn’t forgive him for, Rachel’s Mum did forgive him. Because she believed absolutely that God is in control. In a different case, Maddy McCann may have been murdered, and we humans may never discover her fate. But if she was killed, then God knows it, and she is safe now in heaven, while her murderer will be judged.

We should learn to look at the events of time, no matter how horrendous, in terms of eternity, not the next seventy years or so. Someone does know every detail of our lives, and nothing will escape His judgement.

Many people see God intervening in the most trivial, minute details of their life. However, when I see God choosing not to intervene in serious matters, it makes it difficult for me to understand why he would intervene in little matters. For example, it is difficult to see how a God who does not intervene in serious matters such as kidnapping, torture, molestation, rape, and murder DOES intervene to help us score well on a spelling test, win a football game, name our children, determine what hymn is sung at the right time in General Conference (see Elder Bednar’s “Tender Mercies of the Lord” talk), or bless our refreshments to nourish and strenthen our bodies.

I know my rephrased question is still as unanswerable as the first, but I feel like I’ve at least articulated my puzzlement more clearly.

It was a few days before I was due with my 2nd child. I realized I hadn’t felt her move at all that day (it had been a busy day so I figured I just hadn’t noticed). So I drank a bunch of cold water and laid down on the couch. No movement. I pushed on several spots on my belly – no movement. This went on for 2 hours – drinking and poking – with no luck. On one of my many trips from the bathroom I ran in to my 3 year old. He looked at me and said, “Baby Sister is coming tomorrow.” Yeah, right, I thought. Shortly after midnight, my contractions started, and Baby Sister was born just before 5AM.

Somehow I thought this meant they would share some special bond. At this point, that doesn’t seem to be true, but one can always hope, right?

The boy was born and his name is Joshua. For some reason, sometimes children may not really be inspired and just utter whatever name they have in mind.