that little white cassette

I slam the side of the car stereo as the humming suddenly skips and stop. Since it was such a usual occurrence, it knew my familiar touch. I slam twice, and third time. And the hum begins again.

The walls of my 1997 Mazda at 6:30 in the morning became a sanctuary for me.

It was there, in that tiny space that sparked the beginning of my solid testimony.

I was rummaging around the house for something that would entertain my mind, and more than anything keep me awake, as I made the drive to early morning seminary. In a dusty box, I found a white cassette tape with the word: “Sheri Dew” written on it. I was curious. So the next morning, I popped it in, listened, pondered, then rewound and listened again, and I did that every day for the next month. Yes, I had her talk memorized. I was mesmerized by her words, her examples, her devotion, and her zeal. She was who I wanted to be. She doesn’t even know who I am, yet she impacted me so much.

I gleaned from her words, they became a part of who I was, because they shaped the decisions I made.

To this day, I remember that feeling, that burning where what I heard was penetrating in my heart that this is true.

The spoken word can do so much. It can be a medium for the Holy Ghost to testify to us that this is true. And that is what it has done for me.