My Aborted Temple Trip
It always has been a challenge for me to be able to get away and make the long drive from my home to the Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church) in Washington, D.C..
And so it was that it particularly pleased me to be happily driving there in the wee hours of a recent weekday morning.
Then, my world exploded all around me.
A reckless and speeding motorist suddenly and unexpectedly rear-ended me, causing me to briefly lose control of my car, before finally coming to a stop on the side of the highway.
The damage to my car was total, and all four of the vehicle doors were crushed shut, but I finally was able to crawl over the front seats and climb out through the rear door window on the passenger side.
When the State Trooper arrived on the collision scene, he was surprised that I had been able to get out of the mangled wreck and stand upright.
Meanwhile, my immediate attention was focused on the frustration from being stymied from getting to the Temple.
It wasn't until some moments later that I became aware that another, unseen presence was gently whispering to me.
It only was then that I began to realize that the Hand of Providence had been watching over and preserving me.
This realization became more fully apparent to me when I finally was able to get to the Temple the following week.
Although I am not where I have been and not where I am going, I am grateful to be on my way.
This is the process of life and more.