The Mountain Path

The last ten months have been absolutely crazy. I’m sorry that I haven’t written in such a long time. I’ll try and be better. I’m no longer serving as a full-time missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My 18 months of service has come to a close and I’m still trying to readjust to “normal” life. Honestly, it has been one of the most difficult transitions I’ve ever gone through.

The Ghost ShipAs part of the surprises connected to my returning, the family planned the summer vacation and wouldn’t tell me until I got home. We drove from our home in Salt Lake to Panguitch Lake in Southern Utah, visited Bryce Canyon, and spent a day at the Utah Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City. I decided to be as helpful as I could and pack my GPS.

You may have seen the different vehicles available. My sister set it to the ghost ship with Dr. Nightmare as the voice. I entered in Panguitch Lake. And like complete idiots, we followed it.

This picture is from the Sierra Nevadas, but looks very like the beginning of our narrow dirt road in south-eastern Utah.

It said the fastest way was up a mountain, on dirt roads, where we winded back and forth, watching the the steep mountainside below us and laughing at the voice the the little boat that marked our progress. Occasionally, it would re-direct us saying, “Let me consult my magic book,” in a deep and mysterious voice.

The humor died quickly replaced by nervous glanced down the steep mountain slope. How far were we going to follow? The road had suddenly grown so narrow the scrubby trees brushed the side of our car on the left and the mountain fell away sharply on the right. We couldn’t continue and there was no place to turn our stuffed suburban around. The Nightmare voice was telling us to keep going. We wisely turned it off, said a prayer, then three of us hopped out of the car to carefully guide Dad as he backed down the mountain.

What voices do we listen to in our lives? There are many people who listen to the cool yet creepy voices. They are enticing as they “consult their magic books” and lead us closer and closer until it seems there’s no where to go and we are trapped.

No matter how far we go, no matter how lost we may seem, we must turn back. The Lord has made a way for us to return when we are spiritually lost. The way will seem slower and may seem to detain us, to take us backward. It may seem dangerous, but the only danger we are in is the danger we put ourselves in.

The power of the Savior’s atonement enables us to change our course no matter where we are. It covers all our pain, all our mistakes including those made in ignorance as well as those made knowingly. No matter how hard the road of return may be it will be the safer and easier road than going forward in the dangerous paths. He is the path, our way, and will be there with us if we let Him.

Be thou ahumble; and the Lord thy God shall blead thee by the hand, and give thee answer to thy prayers.


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