It was an incredible day.
We met at 7 am at the K Mart Parking lot to load up and head down.
Courtney, Liz and myself rode with Jeff and Jim Palmer.
All five of us.
In Jim's little BMW.
First off, on our way down we were discussing that we didn't see the Bishop that morning when we all met. So I text him to see where he was. He said he would not be making it to the temple, but might meet us for lunch. A long way just to have lunch I thought.
When we got to the temple we went in as usual. We had some time so it was nice just sitting in the chapel waiting for the session. Brother Winegar leans up to me and asks where everyone is. He said he had counted about 30 people that morning but was only counting 14 in the chapel. We didn't think that many went for baptisms but we were not sure so we just kept waiting. We thought of the people that were not there yet. It was two car loads.
We were scheduled to do the 10:30 session and around 10:25 we finally saw the two missing groups rush in to go get changed. We wondered what had gone wrong. Something.
News spread quickly and there had been an accident. Two actually.
Amberly was driving through Spanish Fork and hit a patch of ice. Her car spun off the road and hit into the mountain. Then rolled. Somehow, all four in that car came out without a scratch on them. Luckily enough, there were two boys who both needed to drive alone to the temple who were following right behind Amberly's car. They both pulled over to help. Lucky again, there was a highway patrol man right behind them also. Under the circumstances, all was well.
Ten minutes later, Erron comes driving down the same corner. His car hits the same ice and spins into Amberly's car. Crazy. All four of them out without a scratch also. A few bumps and some sore bodies, but nothing major.
The four in the first car loaded up with Taylor and made it to the temple. The second four ended up making it to the 11:30 session. Except for one girl who was the most hurt. Jason took her home. Crazy how it all played out.
It amazes me how blessed they all were. I know an accident is never a good thing, but somehow it all worked out.
After the session we all were talking a lot about things and how this all happened. Brother Winegar thought it would be a good idea to give all of the ones in the accidents a blessing. He asked for permission to use a room in the Annex of the temple. We all gathered there. Bishop had made it to Manti by this point and was waiting for us for lunch. He text me wondering where we were. I called him and told him what had happened. He asked that we wait for him because he was only about a mile away from the temple.
When the Bishop got there they gave blessings to the ones in the accidents. It was one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had. To be there, at the temple, with some of my ward and hear these blessings was amazing. It was so great to see all the boys there standing in the circle giving these individuals blessings. It really touched my heart.
The Bishop talked to us for a bit. My love for that man grew so much that day. He is so incredible. His testimony and love and desire blows me away. He loves me and every single person in our ward so much. He knew he needed to come down there. He was not just coming two hours to have lunch with us. He needed to be there. He didn't know why at the time, but he knew there was some reason to drive down. I am so thankful for him.
Sunday in our morning meetings we talked a lot about what had happened. People shared experiences that just testified to us all that there is a plan for us and that we were being blessed and watched over.
I am so thankful for the temple. I am thankful for my ward. At times I wish I was not in a singles ward, but I know that what I am learning and experiencing right now in my life is just what I need. One day all of these experiences will be memories that I will cherish for a lifetime.