The Tow Rope
Years ago, when I was a single student attending BYU, I had an experience with a tow rope. It taught me to trust that all things will work together for my good.
At the time, I was in a singing group and we had scheduled a Sunday fireside performance in Las Vegas (actually, Henderson) Nevada. I was driving an old 1971 Ford Maverick. It was summer and the Nevada desert was hot. We drove down and the fireside went well. The next morning I was ready to drive back to Provo, but had car problems. I needed to get the Maverick to a garage to have it repaired before I could start the trip back. They would tow the car, but would charge me (what I thought was) an exorbitant amount. Rather than pay the tow charge, I had a friend drive me to a hardware store where I bought a nylon tow strap with hooks. Then he towed me to the garage and the repair was made.
As I drove back through Southern Utah, I was a bit angry at God. I was a poor starving student with a minimum-wage part-time job and going to school full-time. My reason for going to Vegas was to share inspiration with others. I wasn’t making any money on it. I not only paid for the repair, but I paid for a tow rope that I would probably only use that one time. Couldn’t God have helped me out, so I wouldn’t need to spend my hard-earned money? He could have arranged for the car to run fine. What had I done to deserve this adversity?
Later that summer, I was camping in the mountains north and east of Provo. It had rained in the afternoon and the dirt roads were slick. A couple of young ladies were driving and got their vehicle stuck in a rut. They were eager to get back to town and were almost frantic. I told them I had a tow rope and would see if I could pull them out. I was able to and they drove off, appreciative of the help.
If I hadn’t had the tow rope in my trunk, I wouldn’t have been able to help them. No other vehicles came by the rest of the time I was there. They would have been in a pickle.
I was grateful I had bought the tow rope in Vegas earlier that year. I also used it other times when it came in very handy. And technically, it wasn’t that expensive, it’s just that I was pinching pennies in those days.
The moral of the story is that I can trust God. He knows what is in my future. He sometimes provides opportunities to prepare me so I’ll be ready for future events. What I saw as adversity was actually a blessing. I learned that God “doeth not anything save it be for the benefit of the world” (2 Nephi 26:24).
Elder Holland taught: “Remember that God is on your side. He is not an angry, vicious God trying to trip you. He is for you—not against you. He is your Father. He is anxious to do everything possible to bless you.”
To be continued . . . with Part 70








Imagine yourself in a room, a very dark room with only a small amount of light visible—just enough to make out the outlines of some furniture and the walls around you. You can tell the room is in disarray. There is a couch haphazardly shoved into a corner with the cushions spread everywhere on the floor. Two chairs are overturned and a table with some legs missing is lying upside down in the middle of the room. A floor lamp with its shade missing is propped diagonally against the wall.
Now, you wonder what more you can do, but then a thought strikes you. I could get a new table, those other walls could use some beautiful pictures, perhaps I could add a vase with flowers and perhaps some new chairs. And on and on this could go. Every time you report, you are given more light and told to clean again. Pretty soon you’re knocking out walls, and adding wood floors, and upgrading the rug and furniture. You are filled with a vision of what the room could someday be and you find fulfillment and purpose in adding to and improving it.
The inner critic—that nagging inner voice—judges, criticizes, and demeans me. Over time, it damages my self worth and takes a toll on my soul. This destructive chatter is fueled by shame and faulty core beliefs—ultimately by the enemy, the father of lies.
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When he looked at people, it was like He could see everything about them. Even though his atonement was in the future, He seemed to know all about them—their struggles and challenges. And he was full of mercy and compassion.
I watched the first season free online. I was so impressed that I made a donation to the cause. I also purchased the DVD set of Season 1, which helps them fund Season 2. I noticed at Deseret Book that the DVDs were in the #1 Bestseller spot on the shelf.
The religious scholars—who conducted the study at BYU—found that religious young adults experience better or poorer mental health as it connects to their belief in grace or in legalism. They surveyed 566 young adults at BYU (most of whom are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) and found that when these young adults believe more in grace and less in legalism, they experience less anxiety, depression, shame, religious guilt, and perfectionism. They also found the opposite: When young adults have a more legalistic view of God, they experience poorer mental health “because it interrupts [their] ability to experience grace.”
No matter how hard we work, no matter how much we obey, no matter how many good things we do in this life, it would not be enough were it not for Jesus Christ and His loving grace. On our own we cannot earn the kingdom of God, no matter what we do. Unfortunately, there are some within the Church who have become so preoccupied with performing good works that they forget that those works—as good as they may be—are hollow unless they are accompanied by a complete dependence on Christ.
Unfairness is all around us and it is troubling. If we’re not careful, the appearance of unfairness may cause us to reject the favorable along with the unfavorable. Or to use an idiomatic expression, “to throw the baby out with the bathwater.” Perceived unfairness deals us a major body blow.
The base isolator for unfairness is to develop faith in Jesus Christ and His atonement and understa
The Lord doesn’t want us to let our hearts be troubled or afraid. For a perfectionist, that’s easier said than done. Fear is at the core of our struggle. Fear of not being worthy of love or acceptance.
I promise each of us can and will be blessed with direction, protection, and lasting joy as we learn to not take counsel from our fears. As we exercise faith in Christ and trust in His promises, we can walk into the dark with the absolute assurance that our pathway will be illuminated at least far enough to take the next step and then the next step and the next step.