This weekend was a doozy. My fiancé, Troy, and I traveled toward Farmington, NM to visit his mission and see a recent-convert of his go through the LDS Temple in Monticello, Utah. Almost exactly halfway between Monticello and Blanding, Utah, we hit a deer. A big, ‘ole mule deer doe. No one was injured, except for the deer of course. Well, and the car.
We sat on the side of the road for about 4 hours, talking to insurance, talking to both our parents’, letting those with whom we were supposed to stay know that we wouldn’t be making it. A young couple, about my parents’ age, stopped to offer help. We gratefully accepted, and they towed us to the repair shop in Monticello. It was closed, of course, but we left the car to be looked at the next morning. We got in contact with the Stake President and his wife, whom we’d never seen before in this life, and asked if there was any way we could stay there. These kind strangers let us into their home and both fed and sheltered us. They showed true Christ-like love and treated us as they would their own children. Our prayers for safety were answered.
I remember Troy’s exact words during our departing prayer. “Please bless that no harm or accident will come upon us.” When we first hit the deer, I thought of those words and said to myself, Why did this happen? We asked to be protected from harm or accident. Sitting here now, I realize two things. 1, we were not harmed. Both of us are 100% okay and 2, hitting that deer was no accident. It was exactly what Heavenly Father needed to happen. I don’t know why, and I may never know. But, I do know that everything happens for a reason.
All weekend, we had the following conversation.
Troy: “Why did we hit that dumb deer?”
Me: “There’s always a reason.”
Troy: “But it messed up our plans.”
Oakli: “Well, I don’t know what to tell you then. But it will all work out.”
Looking back now, I think, “it might have messed up our plans, but it certainly didn’t mess up His.”
Not just sometimes, but all the time, God’s plans are greater than ours. He sees the whole puzzle, while we only have a few pieces. Maybe we hit a deer to teach us patience, charity, or love. Maybe we hit a deer to stop us from continuing on our path to New Mexico which could have led to greater harm or accident. I don’t know. But I trust that He does, and He gave us this trial in order to bless us. He gives us all trials in order to bless us.