Twenty-four years ago I left home to serve an 18-month mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. This was a huge step out of my comfort zone for me on so many levels. My time in the field was not what I expected and because of that I had to make peace with the outcome. As I thought about my experience I came up with some advice I wish I could give myself twenty-four years ago. Since I can’t, I will share it here.
Continue readingGrateful
What does it mean to be grateful?
Gratitude is so much more than merely saying thank you.
Continue readingA Conversation with God
“I am tired of holding on,” I say. “I think I will let go now.”
“If you let go, I will continue to hold on,” God replies.
Continue readingKeep Driving
A Human Common Err?
Do you think it is a human err to assume everyone is at the same level as you are? This is difficult to opine about without actually falling into the trap itself. So I will make it personal and see if anyone else struggles with this problem. I tend to assume that because I have reached a level of understanding everyone else already arrived. It’s as if I expect to be the last one to the party.
Continue readingRemember
Sometimes the answer is “Cowboy Up”
I believe God hears and answers prayers. I firmly believe this and can’t be swayed. However, the answer may not come as expected. Sometimes we get those sweet tender mercies. And sometimes we are asked to “cowboy up.” To cowboy up is a phrase we use a lot in Wyoming. It means to “make a determined effort to overcome a formidable obstacle” (Google Dictionary). When the answer comes as the latter, we can still take comfort and learn a couple of things.
Continue readingThe Bluebird of the Cemetery
The diggers dig
that’s their job.
A new resident
will come
meanwhile
a pretty bluebird
flies. Continue reading
A Ghost of a Story Part V
V. K.J. Malone, 1924
Longtime resident dies after relating a ghost of a tale
It is with great sadness we announce the passing of longtime resident Ed Thomas. A former resident of Wyoming, Mr. Thomas lived in the northern Salt Lake valley for twenty-four years. I happened to interview Mr. Thomas shortly before his passing and he related a remarkable tale of the circumstances that brought him here. It is a fantastical tale not for the faint of heart for Mr. Thomas claimed to yours truly the means he was able to purchase his magnificent home with acres filled with every kind of fruit tree was none other than a ghost. That’s right, dear reader, Mr. Thomas insisted he owed his small fortune to other worldly means. Continue reading
The Package
The neighbor received a package.
Oh, what could it be?
Something just for fun
or another boring necessity? Continue reading
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