“He Watches Over Me,” Ensign, Jan. 1993, 69–70
In 1982, I was struggling with my testimony. I read the scriptures, I did my visiting teaching, I attended the temple regularly, and I said my prayers. Yet I did not feel the spirituality I was longing for.
I began doubting the gospel. I did not know why so much doubt filled my being, but it did. I was floundering.
Then one night when my husband was at work, I had an experience that changed my doubt to a testimony that God lives.
I was bathing the children around 7:00 P.M. when an image came into my mind—my husband, a policeman, in his patrol car. I saw him driving around a curve. Coming from the opposite direction was another car on the wrong side of the road. To my dismay, they crashed. I saw an officer come to my door to inform me of the accident. I saw myself crying in my husband’s hospital room.
The vision horrified me, and I offered a heart-felt prayer begging my Heavenly Father to protect my husband. The image of this disaster left me as quickly as it had come, and I felt that everything was all right.
Later that night my husband came home from work, and as we knelt to pray, he said, “The strangest thing happened to me tonight. I was going around a curve, and I heard something say, ‘Slow down in case there is a car on your side of the road.’ I slowed down immediately—and sure enough, there was a car on the wrong side of the road. If I had not listened to the prompting of the Holy Ghost to slow down at that very moment, I would have been seriously injured or even killed.”
Not only had the Lord blessed me with a strong testimony that he is real, he also blessed me with the knowledge that he loves and watches over me and my family.