I headed on my way. The night came on full force as I drove to Fort Smith. About 20 miles from Fort Smith I pulled into a rest area. The car side was deserted. I really needed to get out and walk. I was hurting and I had been siting essentially since I’d left Bentonville at 6 am. And I wouldn’t mind using the restroom either. As I pulled up the words of my childhood, across-the-street-neighbor came into my mind. “Never go into a rest area at night alone. You don’t know who is there.” Immediately following that thought was advice President Eyring gave us when he called us. He said that through our lives we have had experiences that were for the sole purpose of preparing us for this mission. I readjusted my seat and pulled away. 10 minutes later I pulled into a gas station. The first real civilization I’d seen for 40 minutes. I walked into the restroom. There were flowers hanging from the walls. It was warm. It smelled good. And it was clean. I couldn’t help but smile. It was like the Lord was saying to me. Listen and I will lead you to the better parts of the wilderness. I testify He is leading me along.
Thank you, Brother Schrade for your protecting words 30+ years ago!
Thank you, Brother Schrade for your protecting words 30+ years ago!