by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Back when I was a regular journal writer, in a decade known as the ’90’s, I used to sign off every night with the goal “Love not Fear.” I have long since recognized my tendency to let fear govern my actions instead of love. Continue reading
An angel isn’t always from heaven. Continue reading
Oh, what is hope?
Hope is waiting for the rising sun
after a long, dark night. Continue reading
Some time ago, an old friend in mom’s ward made brownies for me one year for my birthday. Little did she know, that one act of kindness would start a tradition. Not only for me, but for every member of my family still living under mom’s roof because her kind heart couldn’t possibly leave anyone out. Since it had been some time since I had grandma notice me (almost before my recollection) I called her Grandma Ann. I guess, you make a big deal and hand out a moniker like that, it could guilt a person into turning a single act of kindness into a tradition. Which is what it did. Continue reading
by Elder Lynn G. Robbins
Below is the link to the General Conference talk by Elder Robbins. Between the link and here I share a few of my personal thoughts on the subject.
It’s a tricky subject this one. Judging is something we do. It’s a natural by-product of knowledge I suppose. When we know better and we are trying to live a certain way we notice when other people aren’t.
It takes a special kind of person to look past our oughts and recognize our ares. The compassion can’t be condescending because we notice when someone is ‘stooping’ to our level. It needs to be face to face. And that is no easy feat. I think it’s a talent. A much needed talent this world desperately needs.
The Righteous Judge
by Elder D. Todd Christofferson
Below is the link to the General Conference talk by Elder Christofferson. Between the link and here I share a few of my personal thoughts on the subject.
I don’t think all of us reading this understand love. True love. Pure love. Continue reading
by Patrick Kearon
This was one of the most buzzed about talks from the last session. It prompted us to do a service activity at Young Women Camp this year.
It was a simple act. I wonder how many people even noticed? Surely if I saw it others must have too.
Brother So-and-so was saying the Sacrament prayer for the bread. Apparently, it was that kind of day for him. The words just couldn’t make their way out of his mouth correctly. He started several times. This is one of those instances that have the potential to embarrass someone. For some people, it could even drive them to obscurity. Slip away, slip away into safe, comfortable surroundings. Why bother trying?