It was when I reached the point of the mountain that I realized I desperately needed to refill my washer fluid so I could have some visibility to see where I was going. I got off on the Alpine Highway exit, refilled my washer fluid and realized my wipers weren’t dispensing any fluid. After several minutes trying to figure out how to fix the problem, I started to feel anxious because I just wanted to get to my mom.
I rested my forehead on the steering wheel and told Heavenly Father I knew he could fix the wipers and that I would be so grateful if he did. It wasn’t until I got on the freeway that they started working and I just started crying. It was such a simple thing, yet it was one part of the bigger picture for me that day.
As I thought about that experience today, I realized that it was that night that my mom “went to sleep” never to fully wake and she passed a few days later. I’m sure that I would have eventually made it to Orem if my wipers never started working, but I was so touched that Heavenly Father cared about such a simple request. I realized that his kindness in answering my prayer is also part of a much greater, even infinite amount of love he has for me.