Sacrament Young men assemble White shirts and ties. More boys gather Have we told any lies? Arms folded All pray A boy’s voice is heard. Bishop nods in, Agreement is conferred. The taste the texture of bread on the tongue Thoughts directed To what He has done. Cup touches Lip opens fresh water poured Christ’s... Continue Reading →
When our Prophet talks about us "all being mothers," what I feel him saying is that we are all creators. In her book of poetry, Mother's Milk, Rachel Hunt Steenblik opens up her heart and her yearning for a Mother in Heaven, a feeling many of us have felt. As a woman who has run home... Continue Reading →
From the first time we met -- Both on unfamiliar ground I knew we’d be quite a pair -- A pair of sisters Athena likes to be around. A Relief Society Gathering Salmon we ate and songs we did sing. Several weeks passed to each of us separate Blessings He did bring. Then when a... Continue Reading →
To those who have felt His Healing touch; To those who know we've been Given much. To those who have glimpsed His kind face, and those who have stepped away from the 'race: Keep biking, Keep walking, Keep soldiering on; Keep learning, keep loving, keep singing His songs. One day in His Glory, Will drop... Continue Reading →
A happypuppyenjoyinga rawhidetreat. A Bishop'sspeech;Rawhidenot sosweet. Handcartsand rawhides;challengesand blessingsof past. Faithand trutha timeless path.