This morning (25 July 24) I was awakened from my sleep by a strange voice that said “It is time!” My first thoughts were "Time for What" I have nothing scheduled for today. As I thought about this interruption my mind recalled a similar interruption on 25 July 1982 that I could smell the canyon breeze. I had the sensation of a being in a specific place, Payson canyon of my youth. I would later learn that was near the time that my youngest brother and our cousin were involved in a motorcycle car collision. Scott and Kelly were both pronounced dead. I was 42 and my brother was half my age. He would be buried on his 21st birthday. Now I am 84 and Scott has been gone for 42 years. Again half of my life. I have been robbed of my youngest brother for half of my life by a driver that should not have been driving.
I was confused when I first heard the words that “it was time“, but I now understand that it is time that I share my feelings and healings relating to these losses.
Last night before going to bed I skimmed over an article by President Russell M Nelson requesting that for his 100th year we try to leave the 99 and rescue the one. This struck me as significant because I was at one time the lost one and several people came to my rescue. I really thank those that helped rescue me. I feel greatly indebted to Dr. (President)Nelson because he greatly improved my father’s life by heart surgery. I was unable to meet with him because I defended my dissertation on the day of surgery.
I was the one lost in Ohio.
For twenty plus years I had little contact with religion. My family always loved me and put up with my negativity. It seems that I became the project of the whole ward to help me get active. I have many to thank and that is published elsewhere.
“The blessing that came from this reactivation came late in July 1982. I was awakened at 3 or 4 in the morning of the 25. I remember setting straight up in bed. I was very much frightened by this event. I then had an interesting phenomena of feeling I would soon be up Payson Canyon I could smell the canyon air. I had this sensation that I would be in a certain place where I would feel peace. Later in the day I received a phone call that my brother Scott and my cousin Kelly had been killed in a motor cycle-car crash. How could such a tragedy be a blessing? The blessing was as one to the 99 I now understood the plan of salvation and was able to cope with this double loss. In age Scott was between Cindy and Carla, thus he was like a child and a brother. I know that the activation was a blessing for me at this time. The Comforter was with me. Within the week after the funerals I went up the canyon and looked over this area of my dream and realized that Scott and Kelly were in a better place.
That is why we rescue the one. We give them the knowledge of the better place!
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