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So today I started my service-mission. We started with the simplistic training of what we would be doing and with some very nerdy missionaries. Right up my alley! From Hogwarts houses to fire breathing dragons, I already had some geeky comments throughout this day, but what I would like to talk about is the truth about the cold.
Yes. The cold. Freezing roads, snowy mountains, foggy streets, this is the true season called Utah's February. I decided I wasn't going to take the Trax or bus, so instead, I found myself walking four blocks up a freezing road. Those four blocks seemed a whole lot longer. Although, between it all, heavenly father did not want me to die. Not saying I died on the way to the church office building, but I almost did when I drove to the airport to pick up my parents on Sunday. The roads had just frozen over and my sister and I decided to say a prayer before getting on it to pick up my parents in Salt Lake. Although the roads were fine at first, as soon as we passed the point of the mountain, we found ourselves slipping. I took careful precautions, gripping the wheel, pumping my breaks and going slower than the speed limit. The weightless back of my truck left us still sliding across the Interstate. The first one was terrifying, the truck squiggling across my lane, but I was able to quickly gain control and merged to a less icy lane. Or so I thought. After just passing the point of the mountain I found myself not only squiggling, but the entire truck was starting to rotate, sliding its way directly towards the median. I pumped and turned towards the turn, gripping the wheel with my life before it came to a sudden halt just inches from the cement wall splitting the North and South Interstate. With my heart beating out of my chest, I found myself watching cars drive past me, my truck facing them (luckily pulled over). How could I turn around on the interstate? With another careful prayer, my sister and I prayed half in tears. Upon finishing, a large gap of no cars opened up just perfect for me to slowly U-turn back into the interstate. I did so and stayed in the first lane where I turned on my emergency lights and went no faster than thirty on the interstate. If they wanted to go around me, so be it, but I wasn't going to swerve again. And somehow, we made it to airport just in time to pick up my parents. Usually, my sister and I would fight over who would get the front middle seat, but we both said we were sitting in the back. We didn't want to watch that truck get back on those slick roads again, thus why I was letting my dad drive. A thought hit me today as I realized, I could've died. I could've crashed into that median and I would find myself in the hospital and I wouldn't be attending my mission today. Heavenly Father wanted me to be here, so even amidst the slickery slopes, God finds a way for us to serve him. This mission is a part of my destiny, that is why we were saved on that icy night. We were blessed with missing the median, finding enough space for a U-turn, arriving at the airport on time, getting home safely, remembering how to control the truck, and avoiding hitting any cars on the interstate. We all have slickery slopes in our lives, a moment where we think all is lost, perhaps a mixture of fear and faith, the two elements that contradict each other. My sister and I had faith we would reach the airport, but I was afraid of those slick roads. With prayer, we can be blessed to surpass our slickery slopes, but it is faith that can help us control them.
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Tami
2/21/2019 10:45:50 am
As your mom, how grateful I am for my girls safety that night. And how proud I am of the wisdom and faith you had to handle it. Angels were definitely protecting you. I know angels will always be there when we're on a slippery slope.
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Kaylee CasuttI have been writing for over eight years now and have been both building to publish my first book and serve as a service-missionary of The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Everything I write will contribute to the journey destined I have been striving to find and build. Archives
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