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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Someone watching over me

One time, when I was about 20 years old, Harry Connick, Jr. came in concert to some ski resort around Salt Lake City. Since he is one of my all time favorite musical artists, obviously I wanted to go. Besides, not only is he delightful to listen to, he's pretty darn cute, too!

So, a couple of friends and I got tickets and made our big plans. The concert date was just after BYU had let out for the summer, so the arrangement was that I would drive up to SLC from Orem, my friend Melinda would drive down to SLC from Farmington, and Allison (who lived in SLC) would meet us at a parking lot somewhere downtown, and would then drive us all to the concert in her car.

I had a slight problem, though. My car was not reliable enough to get me "all the way" to Salt Lake. It barely got me around Provo. So, I figured I'd borrow my parents' car and that all would be well. It was fine with them, so everything was set to go.

The day of the concert my mom took me aside and told me that she just didn't feel good about me driving up there. Like I said, I was 20 years old and had driven up to SLC and back many times (even late at night) with no issues, so there wasn't really any rhyme or reason to her bad feeling. Except that my mom's feelings aren't anything to scoff at. Her intuition is remarkably in tune, especially when it comes to her children. It's just that back then, I was still in my rolling-of-the-eyes phase whenever such things were brought to my attention, so naturally, I scoffed at her feeling.

She didn't stop me from going, just warned me to be very careful and then prayed a lot while I was gone. I may have ignored her premonitions, but she certainly didn't.

I got to the designated meeting spot with no problem. I parked my car, stowed my dad's keys in my purse, and hopped in Allison's car, all according to plan. Melinda arrived shortly after I did and the three of us excitedly headed straight up to whatever-it-was-called ski resort to see Harry.

And Harry did not disappoint. The concert was amazing and we had a fabulous time.

Just before the concert ended, I was rummaging through my purse for something or the other and I realized my keys--er--my dad's keys, weren't in there. I looked all around our spot on the lawn and couldn't see them anywhere. I thought maybe they had fallen out without my noticing when I bought my t-shirt, or maybe while we were eating our sack lunches outside the venue. As soon as the concert ended, the three of us searched everywhere we could think of. They weren't turned in, not at the concession stand--we even rooted through garbage cans.

And found nothing. It was like those keys had simply disappeared off of the face of the earth.

Finally, after we had stayed for an entire hour, we figured it was a lost cause and headed back down the mountain. Since this was in the dark ages before cell phones existed, we had to go downtown to find a pay phone so I could call my parents and tell them what had happened. I was pretty distraught about the whole thing, not so much because the keys were lost, but because my father had a bad habit of storing his wedding ring on his keys, and I had noticed it was still on the keyring when I got to Salt Lake. So, yeah, he was a little mad about that. And they weren't very thrilled that their car would be an hour away all night, but there was nothing to be done.

I stayed the night at Allison's house in SLC, and lucky for me, she had to come down to Provo for a summer class the next day anyway. Then, my mom and I drove her car up with the extra keys and picked up the car I had left.

It all seemed like such a waste of time and effort, but not too long after that I was reminded of how uneasy my mom had felt about my going to the concert in the first place. I believe that the keys really were taken off the face of the earth in order to insure my safety. I have no idea what might have happened to me that night after the concert had I driven back to Orem by myself, but I have no doubt that it wouldn't have been good. After all, my mom has perfect intuition.

How wonderful that God watched over me that night, even though I wanted to see Harry so badly that I didn't listen to my mother. (You can bet that I never rolled my eyes at her feelings again after that experience!) It's even more wonderful that He continues to watch over me and you and each of His children here on earth.

Even if it means taking away your dad's wedding ring.

25 comments :

  1. Wow. Thanks for the reminder to listen more carefully. I'm glad you stayed safe.

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  2. Great post. There are so many times that I feel like I have been watched over and know that I have been.

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  3. WOW--what a great story and reminder of how important it is to listen to the Spirit. Even if it seems insignificant or un-important--he is there to guide us and keep us safe.

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  4. I felt such gratitude for the safety of my precious daughter that night, and I always learn, over and over again that the Gift of the Holy Ghost is real and He loves us! I love you my precious daughter!

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  5. I think we should all be reminded, quite often, to always listen and obey that small voice. I tend to get caught up in life and don't always listen. Luckily I have been very blessed and been given second chances to learn to listen. Thanks for the reminder.

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  6. My kids are just entering that eye-rolling phase. It's frustrating, but I remember being there myself and wish I'd taken my parents more seriously. Turns out they DO know what they're talking about. :)

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  7. It's hard to listen when there seems no logical reason, isn't it? I do remember feeling that way. I HOPE I've learned not to ignore those feelings or ignore someone else feeling that way!

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  8. These are the drops of oil we fill our lamps with, aren't they? One experience with the spirit at a time. Thanks for sharing this lovely story, Lara. We all need to be reminded to remain open to whatever it is the Lord wants us to learn.

    And I'm glad you were safe, too!

    (Oh, and I am a HUUUGE Harry Connick fan!)

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  9. Those are the lessons we never forget. I am so glad it turned out.

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  10. Wonderful story Lara ! As a Mom with a similar gift/ Holy Ghost inspiration and many children who rolled their eyes at me when I warned them of danger or to be extra careful, I especially appreciated your experience.There's nothing as sweet as a child who knows the value of a worthy Mom and then heeds her counsel ! The promptings of the Spirit are real. Our job is to listen and act or not act depending on what His message is !

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  11. What an awesome story and lesson.

    I was smitten with Harry in high school. What a voice. What a face.

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  12. I love Harry as well, but you probably could guess that from my last music sampling. I had a Harry Connick Jr. inspired sweet sixteen party. I also love your thoughts about your mom. Mine has had that happen plenty of times as well, and has always been right. I think most people wouldn't think of the inconvenience of the lost keys as a blessing, but I think you are right on. You were certainly watched over that night. Moms are the best!

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  13. My Mom also has perfect intuition and it would make me so mad when she would simply say "I have a bad feeling about such and such"! I would believe her every time but sometimes I wondered if she was making it up so I would not go. I have learned many years later she was right and did not make stuff up!

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  14. Wow, a mom's intuition. Love your perspective on this. Many people wouldn't put the two together, or would shrug it off as coincidence. But it's true, God does watch, ever so closely, many times through mothers.

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  15. Great story! It's funny how God works sometimes.

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  16. Your mom was also watching over you. Great mom for being in tune. My mom, on the other hand, was paranoid about everything (and still is), so it would be hard for me (or her) to decipher the intuition and voice of the spirit verses plain paranoia. When our dog bit one of the boy scouts up at the White Mountains, she was certain cops were looking for us all the way home (she would see a cop pass us on the highway and was convinced he was looking for us and would turn around), even though that boyscout was fine, the dog was healthy and his parents weren't going to cause a ruckus (the scout was provoking our dog, too!), that was her. I hope I can be more like your mom with my kids, instead of more like my mom. KWIM?

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  17. Amazing how things like that work. I think it's even better that you learned a lesson from it.

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  18. That is so interesting! A mother's intuition and her prayers are both very powerful things.

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  19. That's a great story, thanks for sharing

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  20. How funny! If that concert was in Park City, then I was there too! Awesome concert, and he is still one of my favorites. We saw him here 2 or 3 years ago...swoon. =)

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  21. Moms are great that way, huh? Glad you were safe... I'm glad that you now have that memory to help you step back and listen more...

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  22. I love those ah ha moments when you don't know what could of happened and you don't really care to know, you just know that someone was watching over you! Nothing is more powerful than a mothers prayer.

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  23. That's a neat story! I certainly want to fine-tune my intuition. Is that possible?

    Thanks for sharing.

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  24. Why can't our own kids realize how smart we are?

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  25. This post really makes you stop and think. You never know where life will take you, especially when you disregard those little warnings.

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