Two or three weeks ago David Huntsman asked me to take his son, Raul, to dialysis on this date.  (Saturday, 14 July 2018).  I am the minister to the Huntsman family, and am asked to perform this service when Dave and Betty are out of town and cannot take Raul to La Grande for his every-other-day treatments.  On my calendar I wrote, “Raul, 6:45 A.M,” that being the time that I was to pick him up at his home.

I thought about the appointment several times thereafter, the last time being Sunday when I confirmed with David that I would perform the service.  That was the last time that Raul entered my head.

This morning I got up at 4:45.  At 4:50 I awakened my grandson, Isaac, so that he could be ready to leave for work at 5:30.  I then settled down on the couch with my scriptures and writing materials, covered myself with my blanket, and had my morning prayer.

I thanked the Lord for my blessings, prayed for specific blessings upon my family, thanked Him for the gift of the Holy Ghost, and asked that I might be of service today by knowing whom I could serve.

I then wrote a two-page article on thoughts I’d been having.  Before 6:00 Marjorie got up and joined me, and we discussed the possibility of hiking into Crawfish Lake to join Ivy and her family, and to take Ivy up on the invitation she had given us the evening before.  Marjorie agreed to accompany me on the hike.  The day was planned.

I opened my Bible to continue my 5-page-per-day reading program.  I read Mark chapter three, and was in Mark chapter four when for no earthly reason a sledge hammer figuratively hit a gong in my head.  The words “Raul Huntsman” reverberated off the walls of my mind.  A sense of panic coursed through me.  I glanced at the clock.  It was 6:15.

I cried out, startled Marjorie, threw off my blanket, leaped to my feet, dressed, grabbed three bananas for breakfast, and was out the door.  At 6:45 I had Raul in my car, and was already three miles down the road on our way to La Grande.

I love the Holy Ghost!  One of its purposes is to “bring all things to (our) remembrance.”  (John 14:26).  Pity those who know not God, and who know nothing of this incredible gift and resource.