On the way to the school, it was quiet in the van and I turned on the radio and proceeded to flip through the radio stations. It wasn't like I was even listening to what was on. My mind was too busy, and so I continued to skip through to the next station.
Suddenly, I heard my dad's voice in the car. As many of you know, my dad passed away 7 months ago after a long battle with cancer. I instantly got the chills and realized that I was in fact hearing my dad's voice.
Last year, my dad spoke at a BYU-I devotional and they were re-playing his talk on the radio. I turned the radio up nice and loud and listened to his wise counsel and the tears began to flow. Many of the things he was saying, were just what I needed to hear.
My Heavenly Father has blessed me on several occasions to feel close to my dad and still receive counsel from him.
The talk was titled, "The Precious Commodity We Call Time". If you would like to read it, click here.