Brandon had to go to Evanston early in the morning, and was gone by 4:00 a.m. When I got up (a wee bit later ;) I called to see how things were going. He had hit a deer, had to stop and fix his whole bumper and light so he could continue driving, and then proceeded to drive through a blizzard. I thought, wow... thank goodness he's okay! That could have been so much worse.
Then, not even an hour later, Aubrey calls me with a shaky voice. She had just been in a wreck (a friend driving) and had hit a telephone pole. Everyone in the car was okay, but they were shaken up for sure. I thought, wow... so glad she's okay. Whew!
Then, later that morning, I reformatted my memory card for my camera. A few hours later, I had a thought... that it was the card that had an entire family session on it that I hadn't uploaded yet. I prayed SO hard that somehow I had uploaded it, and it would be there, safe on my computer. It wasn't. I was panicky, sick... and I called the mom of the family, who was sweet and understanding... but obviously (and understandably) disappointed that we would have to re-shoot.
I found a program that can recover files, and worked the rest of the afternoon... miraculously recovering every single file I had shot.
I was so busy that day, and had so many things on my mind, that I hardly had a chance to think much about what was happening in my day. All of a sudden, it all hit me like a ton of bricks... I realized that Heavenly Father had been watching over me and my family the entire day. In the big things, and the little things. My files weren't magically uploaded, but they were able to be recovered (and I learned a very good lesson)... it was a little thing, but I know that he answered that frantic prayer.
But more importantly... in one day I could've lost my husband and my daughter. They were completely protected, and were okay. The feeling of overwhelming gratitude just overtook me, and I fell to my knees and sobbed a prayer of thanks. I had gone most of the day without letting myself think about what could have happened that morning, but the silly little blessing of recovered files had made me realize how very much I had been blessed that day.
He hears our prayers... our daily prayers for protection, our prayers of desperation when we've done something stupid... He hears every desire of our hearts, and He loves us enough to care... and even sometimes to say no. I am so grateful for that day a week ago... and I am committing now to be better at my prayers... to express gratitude more often... in the little things as well as the big things.
7 comments:
Thank you for sharing. Oh, how grateful I am that He cares.
Thanks Mindy. I think it's important that we share our testimonies with one another.
You are amazing! Thanks for sharing. Our family home evening was on prayers and how they are answered in so many ways.
Loved this post. So glad you had many abundant tender mercies that day! Love your guts.
I loved this post!
I found your blog through your comment on mine, thank you!
This was beautiful. I remember reading about these events as recorded on Facebook, but how much more tender to know more details and feel of your testimony of prayer.
Love you! You are as beautiful as you have always been. You are still one of my lovely Young Women of Bountiful 15th!
i loved this mind! glad everyone was ok too.
it's easy to forget sometimes where it all comes from...
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