Post by Zeram: Alma’s Spy
I didn’t volunteer to be a spy because it was glamorous. I went because I could see what many could not—that small choices, small missions, change the fate of nations.
Amnor, Limher, Manti, and I moved carefully, our eyes open to every broken branch, every trail left in the dirt. What we found was worse than rebellion; it was treachery on a scale that could destroy Zarahemla itself. The Amlicites, angry and proud, had joined hands with the Lamanites. Together, they were an ocean of warriors crashing toward our home.
We ran harder than we ever had before. My legs burned, but my mind raced faster: What if we arrived too late? What if we were already doomed?
But we arrived in time. Alma listened. He believed us. He called the Nephite armies to arms, and we marched out to meet the threat.
The clash was terrible. The sun darkened behind smoke and dust. I fought beside my brethren, bloodied but unbroken. Then the cry rose up: Alma had slain Amlici! Hope surged through our ranks.
I saw that day what few see with mortal eyes—the hand of God, moving in the affairs of men. And I learned this: faith, vigilance, and obedience are the eyes that see salvation.
Alma 2:22-25
