7/20/2017

As long as you are still breathing, there is still time…

That’s something the speaker in church said on Sunday and it struck me really hard.

Today my sister and I were driving with on a highway in the middle of nowhere for our work we do together and all of sudden it started pouring rain. 

The thing about driving in the pouring rain is it’s a lot like driving in the snow. And once the road gets covered in water, it can be like driving on black ice.

We slid off the road and probably were out of control of the car for about 40 ft of driving through bushes and desert terrain. Luckily there were no signs or anything for us to hit, we just plowed through a few small bushes. It was also lucky that we were in my sister’s SUV and not my Prius.

Last week I was listening to a talk and in the talk the speaker was telling a story about a time when he was walking on a bridge and the footing gave way. He fell and the first thing he did was yell out:

Father! Help me!

Praying out loud. He immediately thought to turn to his Heavenly Father and he was caught by one of the other hikers.

As I listened to the talk twice (I like to listen to them twice so I can hear the message and let it sink in) I wondered if I would immediately know or think to call out in prayer.

Fast forward to today when my sister and I were praying to see if we should make this drive, I received a response of “Trust me”.

And as we slid off the road and had a very tense 60 seconds, the first thing I did was scream my sisters name (to alert her of the situation in case she somehow missed that she had lost control of the car.) and then my heart praying to Heavenly Father for us to be safe.

And we were. A little whiplash and definitely shook up, but we were safe.

Then when we had turned around and said a prayer of gratitude, that saying from the speaker on Sunday came to my mind.

Even when you’re sliding out of control in the pouring rain, as long as you’re still breathing there is still time to call out to your Heavenly Father.

If this week/year didn’t go how you wanted…

I have a suggestion at this point after seeing so much of what is being said on Social Media and by the people around me:If you’re feeling hurt, scared, slighted, worried, angry, or even targeted, I think protesting is the best thing you can do.

Not lost in a mob of people with signs walking down the street, but in your room, on your knees to your Father in Heaven.

Protest to him about how hurt you are, about your fears, about how you didn’t ask for this or it was all unfair. Tell him exactly what you think about what is happening and how it happened and what you want changed. Yell it at him even. He will listen.

And if you don’t get an answer, go back and protest again. Be louder. More passionate and protest to your Heavenly Father until something changes, because you have been promised something will change. You have been promised that he will give you peace and carry your burdens if you give/protest them to him and not one tear shed will be in vain. 
“Leave judgment alone with me, for it is mine and I will repay. Peace be with you; my blessings continue with you.”

D&C 82:23