Monday, November 22, 2010



We can survive the most wretched tribulations.  When the point of no return has begun, you will find yourself maintaining your existence.  I would like to relate my experience to a simple, yet scary experience.
As we take our journey into the mountains, driving up and down muddy roads, we scout our options and head up to the place of our desire.  It was a deep canyon, with a few miles of pine trees grouped at the bottom.  My brother dropped me and my father off at the tip top of the mountain, and told us, "I'll be back at dawn," with a big smile.  I was so excited, I couldn't wait to explore the vast variety of God's creations. 

Despite my excitement, my father warned me, "don't forget your survival kit," I whipped it into my bag and we were off. 
About 2 hours had past, the view of the canyon, and many wonders had caught my vision.  I was amazed how much humility can be brought to one when standing on top of a mountain. 

My attention was so caught away that I hadn't noticed what lay ahead for me and my father.  A storm was rolling to the west of us; much to our chagrin, it would hit before we could radio to my brother.  It had descended upon us like a thief in the night.  

Without warning the storm had let out snow the size of cotton balls, and after no time, began to reach my ankle, then my shin, and to the middle of my hip.  My father was beginning to worry.  Me a 12 year old boy and 55 year old man stuck on a 10,000ft mountain; as the story takes its twist, we could not do anything but wait.

After two or three hours, I became uneasy.  We set out and found cover in a small cove of trees, where we could stay free from wind and snow.  I gathered wood, bark and all I could find to start a fire.  We both came close to our small but warm fire and huddled until the storm had passed. 

It was the longest 2 hours of my life.  I contemplated how we were going to survive--how could we live through such horrible circumstances?  I told myself we were doomed to eternal misery on top of this lifeless mountain.  But that was not the case; I had been prepared.  I brought my survival kit, which included a knife, matches, blanket, food, and water.  It was enough to survive for a couple days.

Why should I have worried?  I had my father with me, even though I felt alone.  When I was young and scared, I didn't know the mountain well, but my father did.  He knew the plan, the path, he knew what I needed to be safe.  That is why he warned me to bring my survival kit. 

I want to relate this story to our Heavenly Father.  He cares and He knows what we are going through.  He knows the path, the way.  He sent his son Jesus Christ to comfort us and create a path for us to return to him.  Heavenly Father knows the way to be safe.  Have patience, read His word and He will show you the way.

Although I was nervous and losing touch with hope, my father looked at me and said, "everything will be ok, the storm will pass."  Those short words comforted me like a warm blanket.  Everything will be ok. 
As time went by, the storm eventually passed, and we were able to walk down the mountain to our destination.  

We need to listen to our fathers more, not only our ''earthly fathers'' but our Heavenly Father. 
"Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?"

 Just as the survival kit could have saved our lives, Heavenly Father has given us spiritual survival kits.  Scriptures, Prophets, and the Holy Ghost.  We need to be in tune, and remember His survival kits.

How do you survive your hardest storms?

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  1. In 1984 I was told that I had colon cancer and that I should plan my funeral because I would not be here much longer. This was very hard and as you could imagine quite a shock to my family not to mention me. I told the doctor's that I had just started my "Grandma file" and I plan on being around to be able to use it for my grand children. The doctors just shook their head and said , "I hope you are right", but I could tell that they didn't believe me. For the next 2 years I went through 4 operations to "cure" my cancer, but what really worked were many prayers and blessings that I received on my behalf. Today, I am still here, gratefully serving wherever I am called to thank my loving Heavenly Father for hearing all of these prayers! Currently, I am cancer free and I am blessed to be a grandmother of 13 grandchildren! I know I have my Heavenly Father to thank for this. Praise God for all my daily blessings!