#28. I am grateful for the Holy Ghost

There are infinite examples of how the Holy Ghost has blessed my life, but tonight I'm reflecting on an experience that my youngest brother recently shared.  I've been thinking a lot about it.  First, we'll rewind back a bit to last winter.  My brother came to visit us just a few months after he returned from his mission.  It was a great visit, all except the last hour or so when he was getting into his car to head out of town and he was robbed at gunpoint.  Kind of a bummer.  Anyway, now fast forward... since he's been home, my brother has been working at a car wash to get through school.  He frequently closes for them which requires him to handle the money and prepare deposits.  The other night as he was pulling the cash draw out of the register, he noticed two suspicious guys walking his way.  A little too deja vu to his last lovely, gettin' cozy with the criminals, episode.  Something told him to leave the money and run to the office and call the police.  He did just that.  The guys ran away when they saw how aware he was of them and that he had hurried to a phone.  And that's the end of the story.  And I LOVE that ending.  It's the same anticlimactic ending he told the police when they came to gather evidence.  Kind of an awkward situation.  There was not evidence that they could see.  Not a penny missing. 

I am so grateful that the Holy Ghost could give my brother direct and pure evidence of a potentially bad situation before it ever had to get bad.  I am so grateful that the Holy Ghost whispers sweet evidence to me of truth, direction, comfort and love.  "You're right, officer, I don't have a scratch on me and there is no money missing, but you're mistaken that I don't have any evidence.  I assure you that tonight, tonight there WAS evidence."