General Conference thoughts: “Let This House Be Built unto My Name”

What is a house for? I visited Mesa Verde in southern Colorado and learned about that area’s Native Americans and their move to houses. I was surprised humans learned how to dwell in houses. It seems like an instinctual process to build a shelter. But apparently, it’s not. At least, not for some. Once this particular group of people moved to shelters they left some pretty hardy dwellings behind.

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The Silver Hair Robin Hoods

IV.                   The Wrap Up

I followed Deputy Marks back down the hall unsure of what the next step was going to be.  The thought of my grandma spending any time in jail sickened me.  I never claimed to know everything about my grandma but this whole revelation was way too much to absorb in one night or early morning. I felt like I didn’t know her at all.  Apparently, my drifter cousin Petey knew her better than me.  I just couldn’t process all this information. Continue reading