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| Emily with Danalee Stevenson |
We have a family history story that has been told many times in our family that happened to Crismon's great-great grandfather, George Deliverance Wilson, Grandma Esther's grandfather. This is his recorded account:
“I had a fine crop of wheat which was about ready to harvest and without this grain my large family would perish (I feared) for the want of food.
In that cold country, on this particular day the sky became overcast and I soon heard the roar of thunder which could mean a hailstorm was coming.
I walked out toward (the) field and as I walked I prayed that my crops be spared. As I prayer I became inspired to command the storm to not destroy my crop by the spirit of the Holy Priesthood which I hold. As I commanded the storm I held my hand high, waving it as if to banish the storm. The storm instantly divided. Hailstones were piled high against my fence but not one damaged my crop.
This story is told not in boasting but for good in time of need." George Deliverance Wilson, Hillsdale, UT
This story has significant meaning to our family, too, because of the "miracle" that happened at Emily & Bronson's Reception.
On Wednesday evening, while we were in the temple with our children and their spouses, I asked all our family "Since we are in temple, we all need to pray that we'll have good weather on the day of the wedding as there is predicted thunderstorms." Dallin commented, "But Mom, we're in a drought." I said, "It can rain anywhere, but just not on our reception." Tiffany added, "Are you asking for a George Deliverance Wilson miracle." "Yes," I responded, "a George Deliverance Wilson miracle." Of course, I was not necessarily being serious, but hopeful.
The weather was not favorable the day of the wedding. Thunderstorms were predicted and there was down pour of rain in various places. We debated whether to hold the reception inside, at the stake center, but Emily wanted to have it so badly in the Stevenson's yard, that we kept pushing forward with the decision. They were so kind to let us hold it in their yard.
Gratefully we didn't have rain at the temple, but it was raining as we drove home. When we arrived at the Stevenson's that evening to set up for the reception, the wind gusts were strong, blowing the tablecloths off the tables. Everyone kept moving forward with plans. Just as the event started, the winds began to die down.
All through the reception we could see dark clouds all around us, but right over their yard was a clear sky, with sunlight coming through. It was incredible to see. Occasionally throughout the evening, Bryce Stevenson would check a radar and it showed it was raining all around us but a strip right through his parent's property.
Some of the guests went to the church house first, thinking we had been rained out as there had been a huge downpour in Gresham. Many questioned why we were there as it was stormy in other places. After months of praying for good weather, I was concerned, but not worried. I just had this feeling that things would work out.
Gratefully, we had the entire reception without any rain. When we walked into their neighbors property to send off Emily & Bronson, you could feel some rain drops, but as we walked back into the Stevenson's yard, it wasn't raining.
Just minutes after Emily and Bronson left, I received a text from Emily that said, "Hurry and clean up. The rain is coming, it is a downpour here." We quickly cleaned up, loaded our cars and were on our way. Then, just as we drove off, then the rain came. We were surprised to see that many areas had been soaked by a good down pour. We were greatly blessed. In a way, we had our own "George Deliverance Wilson miracle."
This story has significant meaning to our family, too, because of the "miracle" that happened at Emily & Bronson's Reception.
On Wednesday evening, while we were in the temple with our children and their spouses, I asked all our family "Since we are in temple, we all need to pray that we'll have good weather on the day of the wedding as there is predicted thunderstorms." Dallin commented, "But Mom, we're in a drought." I said, "It can rain anywhere, but just not on our reception." Tiffany added, "Are you asking for a George Deliverance Wilson miracle." "Yes," I responded, "a George Deliverance Wilson miracle." Of course, I was not necessarily being serious, but hopeful.
The weather was not favorable the day of the wedding. Thunderstorms were predicted and there was down pour of rain in various places. We debated whether to hold the reception inside, at the stake center, but Emily wanted to have it so badly in the Stevenson's yard, that we kept pushing forward with the decision. They were so kind to let us hold it in their yard.
Gratefully we didn't have rain at the temple, but it was raining as we drove home. When we arrived at the Stevenson's that evening to set up for the reception, the wind gusts were strong, blowing the tablecloths off the tables. Everyone kept moving forward with plans. Just as the event started, the winds began to die down.
All through the reception we could see dark clouds all around us, but right over their yard was a clear sky, with sunlight coming through. It was incredible to see. Occasionally throughout the evening, Bryce Stevenson would check a radar and it showed it was raining all around us but a strip right through his parent's property.
Some of the guests went to the church house first, thinking we had been rained out as there had been a huge downpour in Gresham. Many questioned why we were there as it was stormy in other places. After months of praying for good weather, I was concerned, but not worried. I just had this feeling that things would work out.
Gratefully, we had the entire reception without any rain. When we walked into their neighbors property to send off Emily & Bronson, you could feel some rain drops, but as we walked back into the Stevenson's yard, it wasn't raining.
Just minutes after Emily and Bronson left, I received a text from Emily that said, "Hurry and clean up. The rain is coming, it is a downpour here." We quickly cleaned up, loaded our cars and were on our way. Then, just as we drove off, then the rain came. We were surprised to see that many areas had been soaked by a good down pour. We were greatly blessed. In a way, we had our own "George Deliverance Wilson miracle."
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