I may have sent this to everyone earlier but it's a good reminder of the importance of being specific in our prayers.

August 19, 1984 A couple of weeks ago we had our ward youth conference at an unfinished cabin in Indianola. Kay and I left Saturday morning (after I had supervised a cherry picking assignment on the welfare farm). We didn’t have a map. All we knew was we were looking for an unfinished cabin owned by Kay Atwood’s brother-in-law. I thought we could ask anyone and be able to find it right off. We got to Indianola at 7:55. We asked the first person we saw and headed up a canyon. We drove for about 20 minutes on rough country roads and were just about to turn around when we saw a sign that said there was to be a town meeting at Doug Atwood’s place. Thinking that must be the place, we continued on. We passed several mountain homes but no Atwoods. We drove through a small gully and up a hill at the top of the hill was a sign that read, “Surrender Hill.” We chuckled a little and kept going. It was about 9:00 am now and we hadn’t seen anyone on the road or come across the Atwood’s home. We decided we needed some heavenly guidance. I said a prayer and just when I was asking Heavenly Father to send someone to help us, a truck pulled up in front of us. We asked them how to find Doug Atwood’s place and they told us. We drove for another 15 or 20 minutes and found it. The youth conference was not there. We asked a gentleman next door to Atwood’s if there were any more Atwoods living in the canyon. He said that Lamont Atwood did. We started looking for Lamont. We drove around for another 15 or 20 minutes, asked for more directions, still was lost, and then I asked Kay to pray. After her prayer we both felt like we should go back to one of the forks in the road and try the other way. We did and it was worse that the way we had tried in the first place. Just as we were coming back to the fork we met a pickup. Amazingly enough Lamont Atwood was in the pickup. The youth conference wasn’t at his cabin either. We decided to go into town and try something else. We talked to a real estate developer who said we were welcome to drive around his 6000 acre development if we wanted. We did and then we found signs that lead us to the conference. We got there just after 10:00. Our prayers were answered quickly, promptly, and very specifically. We just weren’t asking the right questions. The cabin did belong to Kay Atwood’s brother-in-law - - his last name was Baker though.