by Elder Dallin H. Oaks
Here it is plain and simple folks. This is how it all ties in together. It will not change. Continue reading
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family
My Names
I am proud of my name
but also my hidden name.
Two lines mixed together
and both I claim. Continue reading
Grandma T
She was a young mother
and raised her family.
To her husband and children
she devoted her all faithfully. Continue reading
Nieces
The Photo
We have been asked
to love one another,
treat each person
as our sister or our brother.
My First “Dad” Card
by Marilyn M. Irwin
Today I did something that I have never done before. I bought a card from the “Happy Birthday Dad” section. See, I was brought up by an amazing, single mother and never needed to peruse the card options with the “dad” labels. It was never something I longed to do or something that made me sad or filled me with a concern that I was missing out. I was always perfectly happy skipping those cards and moving on to other options labeled “Uncle” or “Grandfather”. These card options have always been ones I read and chose from twice a year- birthdays and Father’s Day. The men with these titles hold a special place in my heart. They were the male figures I admired and went to for any type of paternal advice that the matron of my home couldn’t give because she was, well, the matron. My uncle and my grandpa both raised quite amazing kids of their own so I figured, they had enough experience to help me with my life too. They had good references if I ever needed them. They have always been there for me and I am blessed that they could make up for one’s lack.
Why Marriage, Why Family
by D. Todd Christofferson
There has got to be a reason why this was a such a prominent theme during conference.
Thanksgiving Day 2014
Let us gather together
as long as we are able
so throw a log on the fire
while we sit ‘round the table
Way to go, Dad!
In my opinion, we are born with a desire to trust our parents. Our love for our parents is innate. It comes naturally. It’s pretty obvious that not all parents continue to earn trust and love from their children. Some of us, are blessed to be born to good parents. Not perfect people because perfection in people does not exist. But we are fortunate to be born to parents who try. That’s all we really need I think. And in their efforts, they do a pretty good job. We are the lucky ones – if luck has anything to do with it (and I doubt it does).
The moment
Will you take care of me
when I’m old and gray –
when my get up and go
has completely gone away?
