The neighbor lady

Years ago  I stayed with Christine's family in Payson while I attended Education Week. Christine's next door lady came over to visit with her.  I was introduced as Christine's mother  and we found we had a lot of the same interest and about the same age.  I hurried off to my classes and came home exhausted each night with many new ideas to think about.

A few days later as I was showering and getting ready for my classes I felt a strong impression that I needed to share with the neighbor lady, what I had learned that day.  I was told to share a particular audio cassette program that I had just purchased.  My first thoughts were " I haven't even had time to listen to them myself, and I have only attended one of his classes, and besides I don't really know that lady, being only introduced to her one time."  Even with all my inter-arguing the feeling was persistent, and I knew it wasn't going away until I obeyed.  I decided to skip my first class of the day and visit the neighbor lady instead.  As I walked up to her door, I still didn't know exactly what I was going to say.

When her husband answered the door I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong.  His countenance told me I wasn't welcome and that there were big problems going on inside.  I meekly asked to see his wife.  She stepped out onto the porch and my mouth opened and told her what I had learned and I was bringing these tapes over to listen to.  She sounded interested, at least she was polite and I left for my classes.   That evening when I returned home she met me in my daughter's driveway and told me I had just saved her marriage.  She listened to half the lectures and was enlightened by the information given, even her husband listened to them, she reported that she has ordered her own set and one for each of her married children, and asked if she could keep mine for a few more days until hers arrived.

I was stunned to say the least.  I agreed and when she returned my tapes a few days later I went back to Ogden and never saw her again as their home sold.  I still can't remember her name, but I will always remember following the promptings to visit her, even though I didn't want to.  It seems, following promptings is always inconvenient and puts me out of my comfort zone.