A couple of weeks ago I had an experience where I knew
Heavenly Father was 1) Paying attention to my desperate plight, and 2)
Chuckling at me. I left a members home, and having been there just a little too
long, thought I would be able to make it to my next stop before I really had to
go to the bathroom. Little did I realize that I had an hour long trip before I
would be anywhere near a decent bathroom. I was about to start crying, when lo
and behold, my companion, Sis. Lewis, says to me, "Look, a
porta-potty!"
"What? Where?" I responded in desperation.
"Back there."
We were driving past a public park, and I thought, maybe
they will have a real bathroom. So I pulled around to look at the buildings. I
got out, and the one said, 'No Public Restrooms.' I just about died. And then
we got back in the car. But then, we saw another building, which I drove too,
needlessly, and they did have a bathroom. Sis. Lewis leaped out of the car, and
in an attempt to save me, tugged on the door with all her might (kinda). It
opened, and a light turned on!
Have you ever seen one of those movies where the door opens,
and the light spills out, and it's absolutely heavenly? This was that moment
for me. I turned the car off, jumped out, and ran in.
I knew at that moment that Heavenly Father truly does love
me.
The End.
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