His Hand

FACT: I am a terrible journal keeper. It's not that I don't try. It's that an event will pass that I will want to write about, but before I get the chance something new comes up. Eventually, I have lost many intended stories I had plan to write down because I am concerned about chronological order. However, with that said I am going to put an end to that terrible habit of mine and write about an experience I had today with the understanding sometime this week I will hopefully post about my weekend adventures.

As I was leaving home this morning, I yelled from the front door my "I love you's" to my parents, like usual. However, as I stepped outside I felt like I should run back and give them a hug. Listening to this prompting, I ran back inside, leaving the door open, to hug my parents good bye and express once again, my love.

The snow was thick this morning, but I am a fairly confident driver in winter weather. I had already flipped through my radio stations and decided I would commute to the tune of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Just over one mile from my house and into the entrance of Provo Canyon, I lost control of my car and I began to fish tale. My elbows locked and my mind was blank. I am a girl that likes to have control over a situation, but at this moment I had none. Oncoming traffic was to my left and giant rocks/mountain were to my right. It seemed that no matter which way I turned I was in trouble. I remember thinking, I don't want hurt my car. Suddenly, the impression came to me that I had put my foot on the clutch and I needed to take my foot off. After sliding perpendicular to the road, my car landed on the right side of the road, in an open area--between two metal poles. I sat in my car stunned for sometime before making a phone call home to get help. Shortly there after the incident truck of Provo Canyon came to the rescue. Did that really happen? An overwhelming sense of gratitude came over me. God was watching over me and my car this morning on my daily commute and I have no doubt he directed my car.

Later at work I was overwhelmed with a task. I sat at my desk wondering how I would ever comfortably assign all 411 people to lodging and a conference space. Then the thought came to mind to pray about it. I bowed my head and said a little prayer over my paper. The next twenty minutes or so was spent racking my brain, trying to feel impressions on where to put people. It wasn't long before we had everyone in place.

Today was a day of remembering. Remembering the power of God and the influence that he can have on every aspect of my life. I know that He is looking out for me and is guiding my work. He lives!