About sixteen years ago my family and I were planning to take a trip to visit some relatives. We decided to leave very early in the morning in order to cross a desert area before the heat of the day. The morning we were to leave I was awakened an hour or so before the rest of the family with an urgent feeling to do prayerful, metaphysical work. I prayed earnestly until I felt peaceful and calm.
After we had been on the highway for a while, again this feeling of urgency came to me. I found myself praying all morning, handling every false suggestion about traveling that presented itself to me. When we stopped to have lunch, I suddenly felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and I remember thinking, "Well, whatever the error was it seems to have been handled and I am free."
In the afternoon, while driving through a mountainous area, we found ourselves on a two-lane road with a large dump truck ahead of us. The curves in the road and oncoming traffic made it impossible to do anything but follow slowly behind the truck. Suddenly there was a long stretch of road ahead with no oncoming traffic, but just as my husband turned out to pass, the truck driver, without a signal, made a left turn into a little dirt road that had not been visible from the highway. The only thought that came to me was, "God is Love," and this I fairly shouted.
