Tonight I told them, each separately about an experience I had as a missionary as part of their bedtime stories. I was in a new city and I was re-learning to ride a bike. My companion was a lot faster (and a foot taller). We were going from one appointment to another and we were in a hurry. It was late and dark. I think I'd been to our destination once before and had a hazy idea of where we were going. Something slowed me up even more and I got too far behind. I was lost and alone. I prayed and followed a prompting to go a certain direction. It was the wrong direction, but my companion also had a prompting to go the wrong direction - we found that it was the quickest route for us to reconnect. I told the boys that when they feel lost and alone they can pray and the Holy Ghost will help them like He did for me.
Jackson's response was: why didn't you drive the car?
Lincoln's response was: I think I could've ridden my bike as fast as that girl and never got lost.
