by Nancy Chamberlain
I forgot how hard my kindergarten teacher was, until my mom reminded me one day. “She would yell at you everyday, give you a pokey puppy stamp while she gave everyone else a happy or well done stamp at the end of the day.” Oh yeah. I had forgotten since she always smiled and said hi to me in the halls. I now realize she was just happy I was no longer in her class. This reminded me of my experiences with basketball. I forgot just how often I was on the bench and how I scored a point for the other team… Continue reading
I keep a notebook full of thoughts and writing ideas. It helps when I need to write some posts. I found this little note and giggled a little. For the life of me, I can’t remember what was going on but apparently it must have been a tad overwhelming. Continue reading
I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to say it. But she needed some comfort and assurance. I hugged her tight and the words slipped out of my mouth because I didn’t know what to say. Continue reading
by President Henry B. Eyring
Enduring is such an ugly sounding word. The name evokes images of white knuckles, exhaustion, and thoroughly being spent. Just thinking of it makes me feel tired and worn out. Continue reading
by Elder Neil L. Andersen
“This is going to hurt a little bit,” is what we could have been told before we left our pre-mortal home to come to earth. Pain is part of growth it will happen. Continue reading
If it’s all the same to you
I think I’ll wallow a bit.
This is more than I can handle,
I’m just not very fit. Continue reading
Cotton from the trees
does not fall directly down.
Instead, it lets the wind
dance it around. Continue reading
I can’t control the rain
but I can control taking an umbrella. Continue reading
A short thought on overcoming:
You find that one truth to hold onto and hold onto it tight. Even if that truth is a mere hope in your heart. You hold onto it and let it pull you through your mist. When you get to the other side you can look back and say, “It is no longer a hope because I know it is truth. It has become my truth.”
by Joy D. Jones
Not to distract from the message of this talk but really to add to it – apparently Sister Jones attended the funeral for her own son the day before she gave this talk. The day before.