#1-The story is an answer to many prayers, therefore, showing me that Heavenly Father DOES answer prayers. The last few months it has been difficult for me to pray, but I now know the Lord answers prayers in his own time and way. Sometimes it's fast and easy, and other times it's slow and difficult.
#2-This story shows how family and friends around the world can help those they don't know.
#3-Miracles still happen.
So, without further ado, let me start my story.
This Christmas will always be remembered as the Miracle Christmas
Christmas Eve afternoon my dad, Eldon Bohman, was supposed to meet my nephew Zeph Bohman at LAX and fly to SLC. Zeph had flown from Australia to LA to come and spend Christmas and New Year's with my parents. My dad arrived at LAX and went to meet Zeph at Customs. Somehow, Zeph was able to get past my dad and get to where he needed to board the plane to SLC. My dad went everywhere at LAX trying to find information about where Zeph was. Dad was given the go around everywhere he went and asked questions. My dad looked for Zeph everywhere for hours without anyone at LAX helping him.
My mom called me about 5:30 and told me what she knew was going on. When I got off the phone I told Ryan, Joanie,
and Hunter what I I had been told. We stopped what we were doing and
Ryan prayed for Zeph's safety and for us to be able to know where Zeph was.
During the prayer I had a distinct impression to go across the street and talk to our neighbors, Anne M Stephenson and James Mitchel Stephenson. Unknown as to how they would be able to help. I explained the situation to them, and without questions they made phone calls that we, as a family, would not have known to call. Thanks to these wonderful friends we learned where Zeph was and finding out he was enroute to SLC.
I made calls to my parents letting them know what we found out. Being the closest to the airport we got in the car and headed to Salt Lake. When we arrived at the airport Ryan was going to just drop me off at the terminal. I wanted to go in myself but Ryan said the kids needed to go in with me. I was worried because I didn't want to worry about the kids while I was so worried about my nephew.
Once the kids and I were in the airport I placed them at baggage claim with their phone, and went to a ticket agent. The ticket agent was able to get me up to the gate. However, I somehow missed him coming off the plane. Because I listened to Ryan, and he listened to the Spirit, Joanie and Hunter were in the place to see Zeph at the baggage claim.
I was able to reconnect with the Zeph and the kids and Ryan picked us up outside the airport. We were able to drive to my parents' and back to Tooele safely. (The sad part of the story is my dad spent Christmas Day in L.A. with no family. He arrived home Christmas night.)
This experience has helped my testimony of prayer expand 10-fold. I know the Lord kept Zeph safe and guided the rest of us to know where he was. I know the Lord put the Stephenson's (who only recently moved in) home so they could help our family. It has taught me that I need to look for the miracles, even small ones; realizing that although I do suffer from mental illness the Lord will put miracles in my path, just to help me grow. The Lord knows each of us and what we are capable of.
So, this Christmas is my
"Christmas Miracle" and Zeph is my Miracle.
Zeph and Abby
Christmas 2015
During the prayer I had a distinct impression to go across the street and talk to our neighbors, Anne M Stephenson and James Mitchel Stephenson. Unknown as to how they would be able to help. I explained the situation to them, and without questions they made phone calls that we, as a family, would not have known to call. Thanks to these wonderful friends we learned where Zeph was and finding out he was enroute to SLC.
I made calls to my parents letting them know what we found out. Being the closest to the airport we got in the car and headed to Salt Lake. When we arrived at the airport Ryan was going to just drop me off at the terminal. I wanted to go in myself but Ryan said the kids needed to go in with me. I was worried because I didn't want to worry about the kids while I was so worried about my nephew.
Once the kids and I were in the airport I placed them at baggage claim with their phone, and went to a ticket agent. The ticket agent was able to get me up to the gate. However, I somehow missed him coming off the plane. Because I listened to Ryan, and he listened to the Spirit, Joanie and Hunter were in the place to see Zeph at the baggage claim.
I was able to reconnect with the Zeph and the kids and Ryan picked us up outside the airport. We were able to drive to my parents' and back to Tooele safely. (The sad part of the story is my dad spent Christmas Day in L.A. with no family. He arrived home Christmas night.)
This experience has helped my testimony of prayer expand 10-fold. I know the Lord kept Zeph safe and guided the rest of us to know where he was. I know the Lord put the Stephenson's (who only recently moved in) home so they could help our family. It has taught me that I need to look for the miracles, even small ones; realizing that although I do suffer from mental illness the Lord will put miracles in my path, just to help me grow. The Lord knows each of us and what we are capable of.
So, this Christmas is my
"Christmas Miracle" and Zeph is my Miracle. Zeph and Abby
Christmas 2015
My Dear Abby, Thank you for sharing this link in your Christmas letter. I am one of the many that love and care about you. Three words: You are brave! I know that you will help others by sharing your story. I'm grateful you have a good man by your side and two amazing children that will be more compassionate and caring than most because they had you for their mom. I love you! Joanie
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