In my Patriarchal Blessing, I was told I would have power to control the elements and heal the sick. The last year we were in the Basin, the crops were about ready to be harvested and a storm was moving in over the mountains. I knew if it hit, our crops would be ruined. I prayed to my Father in Heaven, with every fiber of my being. The storm split and left my fields to be harvested. We were the only ones to harvest crops.                                                     (google image)