I know what it's like to be saved. Not to be able to control myself,
drinking. I know that my higher took that away. I've been on the dead end
road noway out. I know that my Higher Power made a way when there wasn't a
way. He saved me from my self. There is no other explanation, I know.
Jason Wright: You are a powerful storyteller! Thank you so much for sharing
this. It has spurred me to write something down that happened to me in my
teaching profession that happened last week in regards to reaching out to the
one! Thank you so much for sharing! You made my day today. I will continue to
look for opportunities to serve.
Most of us have been rescued at a crucial moment in our lives and hopefully, we
have rescued someone either knowingly or unknowingly. That is what makes life
so vital and worthwhile. Loving and being loved.
To George of the Jungle....We don't know what we signed up for
before we came to earth (or if we did have that privilege), but for you to have
overcome such an addiction (each and every day), maybe that's all you have
to do in this life -- and now, live a good one and pass it forward. Our Higher
Power watches over all of us and lets us fall sometimes. Congratulations for
overcoming and starting over. So very proud of you.....
Jason’s experience brings back a fond memory. Our 1950’s Ward in
Springville, Utah, took up much of the Southeast quadrant of the City, including
Hobble Creek Canyon. Some of the farmers in our ward, to the detriment of their
sons, worked their farms on Sunday. So, one morning, our bishopric and advisors
loaded us all in their cars and drove us to one of the farms up the Left Hand
fork of the canyon, where we assembled on the lawn of one of our Aaronic
Priesthood brothers and held our priesthood meeting (the mother was there and I
suspect they had her permission.) It was a sacred experience for us all. I
don’t remember what was taught, and I’m not sure what the impact was
on the brother we visited. But the lesson that we rescue one who may be
struggling is with me to this day. Is it any wonder that we sometimes called the
Left Hand Fork “the highest degree of the Celestial Kingdom?”
So what was the rescue part? Was he near suicide or what? Sounds to me he was
feeling bad and his friends going to see him was a nice friendly jesture.
I had another though. I moved in to a town and I was awed, because a lot of help
from the neighborhood just came over and helped unload the truck. That steal has
an effect on my heart.