Today, I had just come back from the park - a play date. I didn't necessarily want to come home right away, but it was still too early to take a "nap drive" for Mason, but I felt that I should still drive on. We passed our house, I drove down 80, then took Centerville back towards Lampe Park. Right before the bridge I saw a lady wearing heels walking in the gravel. My first thought was, "that's odd. Why would she be wearing those kind of shoes..." so I turned around as quickly as I could, pulled over on the side of the road behind her, and honked two times. When she turned around she looked relieved, she walked slowly to the side of the passenger side and looked helplessly in, she walked as though her feet could use a break. I offered her a ride. She hopped in. Dana was her name, her car broke down at the CVIC hall which was probably 3 miles away, she had been walking over an hour in high heels all through town and not one single person had offered her a ride. She started crying, a feeble "thank you" was heard between sobs of joy that someone had finally heard her prayers!
I dropped her off at home, just off Tillman; luckily she had another car she could use because she had an appointment up in Tahoe in less than an hour! I handed her a pass along card, said she was welcome any time she wanted to come - that it would be good to see her again. She said that she's talked to a few mormons before, and that they've always been really nice people. Who knows, maybe this time she'll actually come...
I'm glad I listened to the Spirit, I'm glad I was able to help someone today - to serve them. I thank the Lord for allowing me to feel His Love and that hopefully I can help others feel His love too.
And Mason did fall asleep in the car... he's asleep now in his bed, which is where I want to be too... in bed.. I need a nap too...
Later!
