Day 15

Nothing like a six-hour-white-knuckle drive to Cedar City in a blizzard to sharpen the senses!

I was supposed to go to Cedar this weekend for the most adorable nephew in the world's birthday party and to listen to Sam and Jamie speak in church. After all the driving I've been doing, I had decided to tell my brothers that I just couldn't stand doing another drive and gracefully bow out.

The plan was to catch a ride home with my mom, who came back to my house to pick up her luggage. I had told her I wasn't coming, and she had loaded her bag. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to go. So with a gentle nudge from Sid, I changed my mind at the last second, threw some clothes in a bag and jumped in her car.

Call it a prompting, call it logic and stubbornness, I choose to call it the results of the spiritual changes from this diet. Whatever it was, I needed to be in that car with my mom. The drive was stressful, her wipers were broken and iced over, and the thought of her having had to endure that alone make me ever grateful I was with her! And of course I'm sure she was grateful too, as I, on more than one occasion, jumped out of the car (on I-15) and deiced her windows with semis and cars all around us!

I've definitely had my adventure for the week!