The neighbor received a package.
Oh, what could it be?
Something just for fun
or another boring necessity? Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Go Forward in Faith
And this is a wrap for my General Conference thoughts feature. I have decided to discontinue my Sunday posts to focus on Wednesday and Saturday posts. All in an effort to practice quality over quantity of writing.
A historic and memorable conference has come to a close. Isn’t it nice we have the opportunity to hear from the Lord’s prophet in closing?
Continue readingA Ghost of a Story Part IV
IV. Ed Thomas, 1899
Ed Thomas was a practical man. He also wasn’t stupid and didn’t trust Dave Lewis one bit. Even though Dave said to meet at 10:00 p.m. he arrived at 9:45. At 10:15 he assumed Dave chickened out. He had wondered if Dave’s greed or cowardice would win out. Go figure, his chicken heart trumped his avarice. Continue reading
Three Versions of Self
General Conference thoughts: Sharing the Message of the Restoration and the Resurrection
“Every member a missionary” is a catchy mantra. But for an introvert whose personal motto is “live and let live” it is an uncomfortable one to say the least. I always fall short of being a missionary.
Continue readingA Ghost of a Story Part III
III. Quong Fat, 1885
Quong Fat was born in China poor. He was determined to die in China rich. In order to meet that goal he traveled to America to earn his fortune. So far, by extreme discipline and frugal living he was close to achieving his goal. Actually, by some other person’s standards, he had achieved his goal. And others would even say he exceeded his goal. Continue reading
Today
Today I feel like being sad
and I don’t know why.
A case of the blues I guess
I just want to cry. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Come and Belong
I have often said I am in a constant state of practice. That’s just because I need lots and lots of practice. The comforting takeaway from Elder Uchtdorf’s talk is I am not alone. We all need practice time.
Continue readingA Ghost of a Story Part II
II. Dave Lewis, 1899
Dave Lewis was not a particularly agreeable man. Most of the miners didn’t like him but that suited him just fine. He didn’t like them so he didn’t lose any sleep. If his parents hadn’t up and died when he was seven he wouldn’t be stuck working in the mines anyway. His one personality talent his father bestowed on him was the ability to grovel and suck up when needed to and he had rose in rank to pit boss. From his momma he was blessed him with a good sense of reality. This was as far as he expected to climb the ladder. He was keenly aware of his limits. That didn’t keep him from daydreaming about making it rich and settling somewhere on a ranch where he could grow fruit trees. Lots of fruit trees. Far away from the dry, dusty high mountain desert he was presently stuck in. Continue reading
Dear, Believe in God
Dear, believe in God.
He is there.
Just because you don’t see
doesn’t mean
He doesn’t care. Continue reading
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