No unhallowed hand

The other night in Salt Lake a guy got in the car and he was just trying to pick a fight about politics. Despite the fact that I could obliterate him I tried to stay away from it yet the contention it brought to the car was palpable. Then I got a call to pick up a lady at a diner. Pulling up to the diner I still had all of the anger and feelings regarding the previous passenger and those thoughts were mulling around in my head. She took a bit to get out but I took a deep breath and waited for her. The spirit impressed on me the need to rid myself of that spirit. I have learned that Satan really does put up a fight and uses his influence to put people in our paths to keep God’s work from going forward.

When she got to the car she seemed to be happy and positive and upbeat even though she was going from her first job where she locked up the diner to her second job at Amazon to work the rest of the night. I can relate to that and the frustration of having to work all night after working all day and my heart went out to her. 

As we drove I asked her a little bit about her life and she started talking about how she was born in Salt Lake Valley and attended high school there. She had married a Marine and they had moved away but that their marriage had suffered some kind of a traumatic failure. They found themselves in a divorce. She seemed fine and pretty happy and together  so imagine my surprise when just as we started onto I-15 the spirit started whispering. The thing about it was that I did it just like I do when I’m interpreting a meeting in Spanish. The person talks and I just relay that message. This was just that way.

The words that the spirit whispered to my heart were out of context with the conversation and almost an abrupt change. It was like I was sitting there watching myself say it.  I told her that she was a loving and caring person but that God wants her to know that even though other people don’t see that right now or refused to see that right now he knows the goodness of her heart. I told her that she had always had a tremendous amount of love in her heart and very much enjoyed sharing that love reaching out to all of those around her. I said that these efforts have been damaged and thwarted in many cases during her divorce. I said the people were seeing her different and treating her differently in a negative way. I told her that when she reached out with her heart, people didn’t respond favorably  and this left her feeling empty and lonely. I told her that this pain wounded her even more deeply than anyone could have imagined.  I told her that God sees her, knows her and loves her. I told he that God felt her pain. I told her that the words I had spoken to her were given to me by the spirit. The spirit was very strong at this point.

I told her that God gave her that heart and the love she felt in her heart was a gift from God to her to share with others. I said that after having your heart damaged so thoroughly as she had, it would take time to repair it and trust freely to reach out with her heart again.   I told her to start small and force herself to reach out from the heart. I told her to look for an opportunity each day and follow through doing it with purpose where before she had done it unconsciously. I told her that with time she would again reclaim that as part of her unconscious natural devine  way.  

I talked to her about God and his love for her as his daughter. We talked about how that was the most basic natural feeling a human being possesses. I told her that when she was in the presence of God she felt that love in that relationship. Then I said do you feel that here, now?

Choking back tears she said that she did.

I didn’t know what religion she was but I felt like she was a member of the church and so asked her, which is kind of a no-no. She said that she was a less active member of the church. I told her that serving in the church would be a good way for her to do this and she would find a lot of love and support from the Bishop and of members of the ward.  

I felt like it had been quite some time since she’s been to church So I asked her about it. She said that she hadn’t been in quite a while but that recently she had been considering coming back to church.

I told her that members of the church through the gift of the Holy Ghost can receive revelation. That revelation gives them an opportunity to help and serve others. I told her that tonight the words that I spoke were from God by the spirit of the Holy Ghost. I told her that the feeling she was feeling in the car was a confirmation of the truthfulness of the words I was speaking and their origin.

She talked about how she loved that feeling. Finally we were at her work and she just sat there. She didn’t want to leave the car. I said the Spirit of God that’s in this car right now is feeding your spirit and you love it. That’s why you don’t want to leave this car. She smiled and said that was true, she felt very good in the car. I told her what a special blessing it is for God to reach out to her like this.

I told her that if she would go to church she would feel that spirit again. I also told her about this blog. I told her that God from time to time allows me to be helpful in saving some of his children while I’m driving around town. I told her I write these stories down and she was very interested to read them. She even looked up the blog.

She said she had to go to work and got out of the car. I thought that would be the end of it, I mean, millions of people in the city what are the odds that I ever meet her again. Those odds are not high but God doesn’t care about odds he cares about his children.

A week later I was running late and everything was a mess. I didn’t get all the driving done I needed to during the day so I decided to do something I never do hardly ever and that is go to Salt Lake early to start driving. Rather than start my meter to pick up rides in Sandy or Midvale I waited till I was on 6th South and about 3rd West. I turned it on and immediately was given a ride to take. It was her, I knew it was her. On the way to pick her up I had the impression that I needed to talk to her about the fact that Satan would lie to her and say that she shouldn’t be at church, that the people were judging her, that the people were looking at her, that she wasn’t worthy to be there or that God didn’t want her because of the things she had done and sins she committed.

When I pulled up she said I knew that was you! And smiled.  She was at a grocery store and I helped her put her groceries in my trunk and then drove her to her home. On the way she said she had been hoping and praying she would see me again because there were two things she wanted to tell me. I told her that I had something I wanted to tell her first. I delivered the message and told her that God will be with her and that none of those things that Satan would say are true.  

She told me that the most amazing thing that had happened to her. She said that she had been praying to God about returning to church after our conversation and that when she went home the missionaries were standing on her doorstep. They talked to her and told her when her meetings were so she could go and that they would be looking for her. That was clearly an answer to her prayer and a confirmation that everything that had been said and done in the car was God’s will. 

She also said that she had lost my blog and she wanted me to give it to her again so she could follow it. She made a bookmark on her phone so she wouldn’t lose it this time. I told her to keep looking because this story will be showing up pretty soon.  It gives us both an opportunity to thank our Heavenly Father for his hand in our lives. She knows that he loves her and that he is walking with her and looking after her.

When I look back at this situation I realize how close I came to allowing that man who wanted to argue and be contentious to cloud my ability to hear the promptings with anger and emotion. It’s a reminder to me that everything has its time and place including politics but that we should never be so enraged by anything that we can’t hear and obey the spirit. That night it made a difference for that wonderful young lady and I know she is in good hands…. God’s hands

Oh yeah, there are no coincidences. God is working his miracles amongst us.