I wonder if he does it on purpose? Six months ago when President Nelson closed October’s conference he pointed us to the spring’s conference. Speculation stirred as soon as the invitation came out of his mouth. What would April 2020’s conference be like? Hmmm. Continue reading
Author: cksdays
The HUB: Another Day
IV
My shift was uneventful but long. Ten hours didn’t feel that long since my first years underground. Every noise I heard caused me to jump. Until I heard at last the bell announcing the shift change. I swallowed hard and walked to the checkout booth. It took all I had to keep my face as impassive as possible. Continue reading
Lesson of the Birds
A ponder
Sometimes while writing poetry I get distracted. Sometimes that distraction comes from the English language. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Fruit
If you’re going to discuss fruit then you should probably have some actual fruit handy. “Would anyone like this apple?” If someone raises their hand give it to them. “Would anyone like this orange?” Again, give away the orange. Continue reading
The HUB: The Next Morning
III
The next morning I dropped my rent payment in my landlady’s mail slot on my way to work. It was still dark out and the temperature dipped below freezing. I pulled my coat tighter around me but it didn’t help with the chill.
I walked to the bus stop and waited. The normal crowd gathered waiting for the bus. A few of the others searched eyes of fellow passengers looking for understanding from last night’s events. So I wasn’t the only one affected. But one thing I learned in my years working in the mines is not to communicate anything. I dropped my head and kept my eyes to the ground to prevent anyone reading or misreading my eyes. No story here. Continue reading
Tired
Here I am again
tired as can be. Continue reading
We choose our heroes
We actually choose our heroes. Sometimes we make a hero out of someone for no good reason. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Take Up Our Cross
To demonstrate a visual of this talk you’re going to need some rocks. Or books. Ask a volunteer to come to the front of the room and ask what are some things that worry everyone during a given day. With each answer, give the volunteer a rock (or book) to hold until she can’t hold anything else. Then ask her if she’d be comfortable holding all that in that spot for the rest of the lesson. Unless she is being mischievous, she will decline. Continue reading
The HUB: Processing
II
I arrived home an hour after my normal time. This threw my routine off and left me feeling a little angry. With each passing day I was fortunate to grow older I relied more on routine like an anchor.
My landlady peeked out of her apartment when she heard me coming up the stairs. “Rent’s due,” she croaked. Continue reading
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