Post by Limher
When Alma called me to serve as a spy, I felt a heavy mantle settle upon my shoulders. This was no ordinary errand; the safety of all our people might depend upon what we saw and reported. With Amnor, Manti and Zeram at my side, we left the camp under cover of night, moving swiftly but silently across the land.
We found the camp of the Amlicites easily enough. They were many, fierce and hardened by rebellion. But what chilled my heart was seeing them join forces with the Lamanites—our ancient enemies. Together, they moved toward Zarahemla, their numbers great and their banners defiant.
We raced back to Alma’s camp with all speed. When we told him what we had seen, the urgency in his eyes was unmistakable. Orders were shouted, swords were drawn, and prayers were lifted to heaven.
In the battle that followed, we fought with all the strength the Lord granted us. Blood soaked the earth, and the cries of the wounded filled the air. Yet amidst the chaos, we saw Amlici, their leader, fall by the sword of Alma himself. The Lord delivered us, but the price of victory was steep.
I will never forget the weight of that calling, nor the Lord’s power that preserved us in the day of our greatest need.
Alma 2:22-25
