Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: March 24, 2017 01:38AM
My husband abandoned me and our children, and said he would not give us any money, and that he didn't care what happened to us, then vanished from our life. He did this with a phone call. My children and I were snowed-in, in a cabin in the mountains, waiting to move into our new house, which suddenly we could no longer afford. My husband had sold our old house. The power went out, and we had no heat. Our phone went dead. We were all sick, plus I had IC, (a painful, incurable disease)--and I had never been so frightened in my life. Actually, it was the worst snow storm in history, there! We were fresh from California.
In the black night, I dug my way out the back door, away from the cabin, so the kids couldn't hear me, and screamed in anger, "OK, God--BRING IT ON!" It was not a prayer, but a curse.
We dug our way to the wood pile, built a fire, and brought all the mattresses and blankets near the fire. We had plenty of food, Tylenol, cough medicine. Two days later, a very handsome cowboy came up our driveway, his horse belly-deep in the snow. It was our nearest neighbor. He took a letter to the Post Office for us, and called my father. Another neighbor came down the road with a snow-plow truck, and we all unburied my car. My father had heard about the storm, and already had a flight booked from California. We were able to get our car to the main highway, to the airport. Dad loaned me the money to hire an attorney (didn't do much good, but made me feel like I was fighting for my kids) and to pay the new mortgage until I could find a job. We were feeling better, and there was a Christmas tree farm, about a half mile away, but we were snowed in again, so we had to walk. Dad bought a huge tree, and the kids in the area helped us drag the Christmas tree back home. I had brought our lights and ornaments with us, and by then, the power was back on. Everyone decorated the tree, and we had cocoa by the fire--it was like a Christmas movie--a Christmas we'll never forget!
I know who my Heavenly Father is--and it isn't the Mormon God.
Usually when people pray, help is already there. Our food and medicine and warmth were already there. My wonderful father was always there for us. The keys and wallet are already wherever they are.
Give credit to the nice people who return wallets, to the parents, doctors, nurses, attorneys, fireman, police, and others who are the REAL people who help us. God is somewhere else.