Imagine that I'm wearing a huge hiking backpack. While I wasn't looking, someone traded my clothes and sleeping bag for a giant boulder. But I'm just sailing down the path, whistling a cheery tune, oblivious to the weight. Then you come up and see the huge boulder sticking out of my pack and say, "Whoa, you must be so strong! That boulder looks HUGE!" I look at you, confused, "What boulder?" As I turn around to see what you're talking about, I notice someone behind me holding my pack up just high enough that the weight isn't resting on my shoulders.
That's the image that came to mind as I reread Mosiah 24:14, the scripture story that strengthened me when Dexter was just a day old. I really never felt the boulder drop into my pack. What a miracle I've experienced!