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.
