

Running in the cold then stopping is bad because you are sweaty, then it freezes and you are a popsicle. All the moms kept asking me if I wanted a ride, and they thought I was crazy for being out there. I wanted to say, "YES! Take me home!" but there was really no way for them to fit 3 extra bodies and a stroller. So, I started my frozen journey home. I kept praying in my mind, and almost swearing out loud (quietly) cause I was so frozen even my positive thinking was ice (I think swearing may cancel out prayer!) I was just so cold I could barely move forward, but I did. Then I started swearing less in my mind and praying hard that I could find some relief in my body - I needed help! I needed an angel to come and help me push my handcart!
So, not moments later I hear a honk, honk! I did not look up I just waved and kept going. Then the big truck stopped, and out comes Charles! Hooray! He was going to save me! My angel had come to rescue me! He knew I needed him at that moment so he came for me. I never called him or anything - he just knew. So we got the kids in the truck, and easily threw the stroller in the back of the mother-load truck (there is something to be said for big trucks!) I was so relieved and grateful! I really was at the point of being very weary and just hoping I could make it. Anyhow, I am alive and well and warm now! Thank Heavens for the power of prayer - it is real and it works! It works best if you limit the swearing! : )
Then when I got home I had 15 minutes to shower and get ready to go help at a Christmas function as the Church. I did it somehow and sped my way off to the church. Then when I got home I tried to get in the door, but it was locked! Charles said he would be home all night so I did not take my house keys. I stood at the door with the kids freezing and I was trying to figure out what to do. I had no way in, the manager was gone, and I had no where to go but back to the truck. So I waited just for a minute and started walking the kids down to the truck so we would go and do something (who knows what) for awhile. Then I heard Charles pull up in the car just before I would have turned the corner to leave for the night. He went looking for me to swap cars. Anyhow, divine intervention prevented me from going crazy twice today! I am so grateful for answered prayers - especially when pregnant!
Heavenly Father is there, even when it may seem silly or even useless to ask for help. Sometimes it seems things are impossible and out of reach or that relief may never come, but it can! I am so grateful for prayer and having a close relationship with my Father in Heaven. He hears me (an often silly person) and I am so grateful!