I have been taught that in the work of the Lord, there are no coincidences. It may take us time to figure out why certain things happened, but I know that in time, things will always work out. I know that if we go to God in prayer, He will never let us down. I am 17 years old. I was raised a Baptist and I’ve always believed in God and prayed every night. I usually prayed for others; I rarely prayed for myself.
Several months ago, I got into a really bad accident and totaled my car. As a result of my accident, I suffered from serious back pain. I got really depressed. I also needed a car for my job and things started to spiral out of control. I was upset about how things were growing so difficult in my personal life and at work. I thought about death even more, wondering why I did not die that day in the wreck. I got to the point where sometimes I wished that I would have died in the accident. That’s when I knew that I needed to ask God for help. So one night I prayed for myself. I prayed that God would help me find strength and guide me and help me get closer to Him. I also wanted to know how to just be happy. I made a promise to myself and God that I would improve my life with His help. I just didn’t know where to turn for guidance.
Later that night after I fell asleep, I dreamed that two young men in white shirts would come to my door and answer my prayers. The next morning, I told my parents about my dream, but we had no idea what it meant. Partially joking, my dad said it must be the Jehovah Witnesses! Just two days later, I came home after school to find my father talking to two young men outside our home. They both had on white shirts and ties! When Elder Kotyk and Elder White introduced themselves to me and shook my hand, I felt a sudden comfort and happiness fill my heart. I knew immediately that they were the answer to my prayers. My dream was being realized sooner than I had ever imagined. They said they were missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, commonly referred to as the Mormons.
My father invited the two young men inside and they told us about Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon. As they spoke, I listened carefully and everything they said made sense to me. It just felt true. The missionaries asked if they could come back over and my father said they were welcome anytime. The missionaries started coming over about once a week, sometimes twice. They taught me spiritual truths and opened my mind and heart to things that I never knew. I started reading the Book of Mormon and I fell in love with it. I started meeting other families in my ward and every person was wonderful and kind to me. Several weeks later I was baptized by one of the Elders that came to my door that day shortly after my dream. God has angels on earth. I feel like these missionaries were my angels sent to save me.
I have never felt this happy. I am still working on making my life what God wants it to be. I realize now that if I had never been in that car accident, then I would never had gotten depressed and prayed so hard for divine help. If I had not prayed for help, I doubt I would have had my special dream to help me recognize the missionaries. I know that I am a better person today than when the missionaries first came to my door. I am grateful the elders walked down our long muddy driveway in the rain to knock on our door.
I will spend the rest of my days trying to show as much love and compassion to those around me as I have received from others. I thank God every night for answering my prayers. I know that God will always be there no matter what challenges we face. The pain caused by my accident was worth getting to know God and His restored Church.