Article June 9, 1986 Issue

God's guidance, always with us

NAOMI R. LAMPTON

I have a small cabin high in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and one year, because the fall season had been so enjoyable, I had put off winterizing the cabin far beyond the normal time, thinking that I could continue to use it a little longer. But as so frequently happens in this region, in a day the weather turned from very warm to a blizzard. And just as typically, the heavy snow was followed by several nice warm sunshiny days, and I seized the opportunity to drive to the cabin to put it in order for the winter.

It was early in the morning when I left, and I thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of the fresh snow and bright sunshine in the mountains. As I came to the exit where I turned off the pavement onto a dirt road, my thought was so absorbed with the beauty of the hills and of the things I wanted to accomplish that I gave no heed to the condition of the dirt road.

I had not gone more than a quarter of a mile when the road disintegrated before me. The heavy snow, melting in the warm sunshine, was sinking into the ground. Because it wasn't yet cold enough for the ground to freeze, all of the moisture was held in the soil, causing the road to become seemingly bottomless. I was in black, oozing mud nearly up to the fenders of the car, and I had three miles of mud stretched out before me. There was no place to turn around safely, so I determined to keep the car in motion and go forward, if I could.

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