August Miller, Deseret News archive
The entire cast performs sign language for members of the audience at a special performance of "Savior of the World" for the visual and hearing impaired in December 2005.

A few months ago, I received a phone call from the musical director in our ward. He was calling to see if I would be interested in trying out for our stake’s “Savior of the World” production. He said he was thinking about who would play the role of Mary, mother of Jesus Christ, and thought of me. He asked me if I had thought about auditioning.

I told him I was honored and flattered that he thought of me, but that life was just too hectic right now. Besides my weekly blogs and columns and a myriad other things, we were in the process of trying to sell our condo and had to have it spick-and-span and leave of the house at the drop of a hat for showings. Plus, my husband was applying for grad school and was studying furiously for the GMAT, so I was home alone with the boys most nights, which was when rehearsals were scheduled. I just didn’t think I could handle it. I politely declined.

Several weeks later at around 10:30 p.m., I received a phone call from my bishop. I was perplexed as to why he was calling so late. He immediately apologized for the late hour, but said he felt the need to call me right away. He told me the stake had filled just about every role for “Savior of the World” — except the part for Mary. He said he couldn’t stop thinking about me, and he wondered if I might audition.

Surprised, I asked him if he knew that the show's musical director had called me a few weeks ago and asked me the very same thing.

He said he didn’t.

After explaining how busy I was, how I just didn’t think I could make it work — and who knew if I’d even get the part once I auditioned anyway? — he hit me with this: “You will be blessed for doing this.”

I couldn’t think of any more arguments.

But I still didn’t know how everything would work out.

The next morning, I felt peace about auditioning. My husband came into the room, knelt by our bed before work and told me he’d been thinking about it, and that he felt I should audition.

An hour later, I called the producer and set up a time to come try out.

Two hours later, we got an offer on our home.

The next day after auditioning, I was offered the part of Mary. I was completely humbled and extremely overwhelmed, but made a commitment to dedicate myself whole-heartedly to this role. And then, along with the peace I had been feeling, more blessings began pouring in.

Several weeks later, my husband was accepted to the University of Utah’s executive MBA program.

A few weeks before the show's opening night, my husband came down with the flu and couldn’t even get out of bed. Two days later, my oldest son got it. Several days after that, so did my youngest. Despite having slept in the same bed as my husband and eaten off the same utensils as my children, bathing them and being thrown up on, I stayed perfectly healthy and was able to attend every critical rehearsal.

I could go on and on and on. Many of the blessings our family has received since I chose to be a part of “Savior of the World” are very special and perhaps too personal to share in print. But I’ve written them in my journal for my children to read. I want them to know that when they do something for the Lord — even if it seems next to impossible — he will do 10 times more for them.

I can’t say being in this play has been much of a sacrifice, although leaving my children three to four nights a week to rehearse or do a show sometimes brings tears to my eyes.

When I asked my 3-year-old how he feels about mommy not being able to help put him to sleep at night (Daddy’s done an amazing job at this), he said, “Hmm. I feel good.” I know that they have felt the extra peace and happiness in our home, even without me there. And it’s created a strong bond between my children and my husband. Oh, how their daddy loves them!

I know our Heavenly Father loves each one of us so perfectly, so completely. There is a line in the play Mary repeats over and over that is now imprinted on my heart: “All flesh is in his hands.”

Learning to trust and rely on the Lord has not always been easy for me, but because of this wonderful life-changing experience of being in our stake’s “Savior of the World” and having an influx of the Spirit in my life daily, I have a firm testimony that when I do put my faith in him, I am blessed abundantly.