Was that the Holy Ghost?

I found out Friday morning just before I drove down to Seattle to pick up John that Joy gets to give a talk in Primary on Sunday. There are very few things Joy loves more than an audience, so I knew she would be thrilled, but I wish we had more time to prepare. We like to have Joy memorize her talks, and with such short notice, it wasn't going to happen. As it turns out, we didn't even sit down to write the talk until Saturday night at 6:30. Joy usually goes to bed at 7pm, so we were cutting it close anyway, and she was tired from a long fun day. So, we sat down at the computer to write the talk, which was on "The scriptures teach me about Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ." I am a firm believer of kids writing their own talks from the beginning so that they learn as they grow. I asked Joy what the scriptures teach us about Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, and she told me about reading this morning about King Noah and Abinadi. She also told me a couple other scripture stories that teach about them. I was really impressed at what she came up with. So, we wrote about King Noah and Abinadi and the first vision. Then, at the end, we decided she should bear her testimony, so we talked about how she knew the things she was saying were true. This of course included a discussion about the Holy Ghost. She could tell me what it felt like, but wasn't sure she could remember feeling that "warm feeling in her heart" (as she put it). We talked some more and she stopped and looked down thoughtfully. "I think the Holy Ghost is whispering to my heart that it is time to stop writing my talk and go to bed." Talk about inspiration! Here I was congratulating myself on the great use of a teaching moment, and appearently it was bedtime!