by President M. Russell Ballard
This is what keeps me holding on. This is what I find comfort in. This is my hope. Continue reading
by President M. Russell Ballard
This is what keeps me holding on. This is what I find comfort in. This is my hope. Continue reading
by Paul V. Johnson
I get why there has to be death. My mind gets it. It doesn’t make it any easier on my heart. Continue reading
The mirrors face each other
And when I look into one I can see
An illusion of forever
A reminder of eternity.
I normally don’t blog on Sundays. However, I wanted to share what I experienced today.
We haven’t gone through mom’s closet yet. The doors have remained closed for over a month. Yesterday, for some reason, I slid open the doors. I just stood there staring at all her clothes. That’s when I noticed a very cute sweater.
This is completely a work of fiction based on my own thoughts. Its intent is to bring comfort on the big What If… I consider it to be made of 88% speculation and 12% hope. Or maybe it’s the other way around? Be warned – it’s quite lengthy. I guess I’ve got a lot of speculating to do. Continue reading