Although I was feeling less bloodthirsty than my bros, this whole Dad-turning-prophet and flipping our lives upside down was a lot for me to take in too. (As a side note, even though I was in my late teens, I happened to have a very well-developed physique. At Jerusalem High I was captain of the sand volleyball team and the cheerleaders called me Beef-i.) Anyway, to be honest, as an impressionable youth, I also had my doubts about leaving Jerusalem. It just seemed so final. I mean, why not stay and be examples to our fellow man? In the world but not of it sort of thing. I respected Dad and knew he was a good man. But he was getting into the dementia high risk years. Was squatting in the desert really what the Lord had in mind for us? In short, I was confused. So I did the only thing I could think of, I asked God. That prayer marked a turning point in my own life. I stopped relying on my Dad's connection with God and began cultivating my own. And the revelation came thick and fast. It was as if the Lord had just been waiting for me to ask. That experience completely changed my perspective. I knew Dad saw what he said he did! You can’t imagine how liberating that was. I could finally stop worrying my parents were losing it, and start helping them accomplish the Lord’s commands. Naturally my sudden fervent support of Dad's council severely irritated Laman and Lemuel. They figured I had started kissing up to get my own camel, or because I was hoping to be “second in command.” As if the whole fleeing-Jerusalem-thing had been some sort of ploy for Lehi to gain complete control over his family. Ha! Now I’ve got you trapped in the wilderness and you have to obey me or you’ll get no food!