Safely Home Through A Blizzard

One winter night, about 30 years ago, I was coming back from Logan to Brigham in a snowstorm, with my brother driving the truck getting ready to head through the canyon. I remember feeling this foreboding feeling like something bad was going to happen. My brother was driving very fast, just wanting to get home. I asked him if he could slow down. He agreed but then kept up the same speed. I could see on my right, a fence and an icy lake. If we slid, I worried we would might go right in the lake. At this point, I really didn’t know what else to do. It was out of my control. Then I remembered to pray. I asked Heavenly Father if he would protect us on our drive home. Not long after the prayer, we started to slide on the black ice on the road. Our truck headed straight for the lake. I then saw our truck unexpectedly turn away from the lake and cross the double lane into a snowbank. It was as though a hand had come down from heaven, preventing us from heading through that fence, turning the car in a different direction.

We were able to drive the rest of the way home slowly and safely. Had we not slowed down and headed down the canyon driving as fast as we were, things really could have had a much different outcome.