Since I'm in class, obviously this is the most opportune moment to write a blog post. I mean really. It's life plan and decision making and I'm deciding to do this. I think it's fair.
Anyways... This blog is a long time coming and it's more of a story and lesson learned from the story. So if you don't feel like hearing a story of my life, well first I'm not sure why you'd be reading this to begin with but also, feel free to close this page and not go on any farther!
On to the story then!
It began on a cold cold day... December 15 to be exact. I was flying home to the warm and sunny place that I call home and the day was NOT going how I had planned.
My plan was to take Jenny to the airport, drive to Trevor's and have him take me to the airport a few hours later.
Well, driving Jenny to the airport was working just fine. That was until we hit black ice. It was the strangest feeling. I didn't freak out and I didn't even react while it was happening. The most overwhelming feeling of calm came over me and my body acted without me even thinking of what I should do.
Just as soon as we hit it, we were out. The car stayed straight until the very end and even then, it was just a tiny jerk of the car. It was amazing. As soon as we were out, Jenny said a prayer for us thanking God for letting us get through it safely and then we promptly began singing "Jesus Take the Wheel."
So then we reach the airport and I drop off Jenny just fine and I decide to head over to Trevor and Elaina's. Unfortunately, I had some cruddy options. Either I could get dropped off at the airport a little before 11 and wait until my flight at 2 OR I could take the bus. Well, I've taken the bus plenty of times in my college experience so I figured that would be totally doable and no big deal.
I was wrong.
I left around noon t be safe and drove my car over to the LDSBC parking garage for Trevor to get later. Then I took my two hot pink suitcases and walked over to the tram so that I wouldn't have to walk the whole way to the bus stop. That was fine, except I looked crazy and didn't actually know where I needed to get off.
I made a lucky guess though and got off at the right place and made my way over to the bus stop, although I didn't really know where it was. For those of you that don't know, Utah works on a grid system, so if you know how to count, you can mostly figure out how to get somewhere.
But when there's a bus stop in almost the same spot on opposite sides of the street, it gets a bit harder. So I took a guess and hoped and prayed that I was right since there would be no crossing the street I was standing on if I were wrong unless I wanted to get run over.
As I was standing at the bus stop, it started snowing. Hard. This wouldn't have been an issue if I had been dressed like I were in Utah. No, I was wearing sandals, capris, a t-shirt and a light denim jacket. With hot pink suitcases. Just picture that.
I was freezing! And on top of that, I was right by a homeless shelter or something and I was terrified! Every time someone walked by, I was sure they were going to nab one of my suitcases and take off running, so I had a death-grip on both of them rather than keeping my hands warm in my pockets.
I was standing there for about 40 minutes. During that time, I stood there with a crazy lady constantly asking if this was the right stop and if the bus was coming, as if I knew any better than she did. Then, a man pulled up in this little beater with a back seat completely full of stuff. He looked right at me and got out of his car. I was so afraid. I had a vision of him pulling me into his creepy car and killing me.
But he didn't, obviously. Instead, he said "Why aren't you wearing a coat?" to which I replied, "I'm going to Florida and I'm crazy." He then proceeded to dig through his back seat and pull out parkas that looked like they were for little girls. I insisted that I was fine and said that the bus would be there soon and eventually he left.
Unfortunately, the bus didn't come soon. I was still standing there for about 20 minutes freezing my butt off and being asked over and over again if the bus was coming.
After being asked so much, I started to get scared. What if the bus wasn't coming? What if I was stuck there waiting in the cold and missed my flight? I hadn't been home in a year and I just wanted to be there so badly.
Finally, buses started coming. Even though I knew they weren't the bus I wanted, the lady with me asked each of them if they were going to the airport and each time they said no.
I was starting to get discouraged. All I wanted was to be on a bus and be warm. It got to the point that I contemplated getting on ANY bus just to be warm again.
I didn't though and eventually my bus did come. As I got situated and slowly started getting feeling back in my toes, a fiery stabbed-by-needles feeling, I had a thought hit me.
It didn't matter where this bus had been. I didn't matter where any of the buses had been. All that mattered was where it was going. All that mattered was that it was going to the place that would get me home. I didn't want the buses going anywhere but the airport.
This was a revelation of life.
It doesn't matter where I have been. It doesn't matter where any of us have been. All that matters is where we're going, where our final destination is. All that matters is that we return home to our heavenly home.
The Spirit hit me so strong as I realized this. As long as I am doing everything I can to return to my heavenly parents, it doesn't matter where I've been. That doesn't mean any path to get me there is acceptable, what it means is that as long as I follow the route laid out for me, I can get back home.
That was such a cool moment to have and I felt so grateful to have been blessed to have that revelation given to me. It's an experience I hope to never forget.
Just remember this:
It doesn't matter where you've been. It doesn't matter what stops you've made along the way, what wrong turns, speed bumps, or flat tires you've had. All that matters is that you get on the right bus. If you aren't on it now, get off the wrong bus and make things right. It's not hard to make that change. Get on the right bus and get moving on the path to the place you want to end up at.
It's worth it, I promise.
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