Reopening My Box of Hope

Reopening My Box of Hope

Wouldn’t it be amazing if, during our darkest hour, we could reach under our bed and open up a box of hope? A “box of hope” could be a figurative thing that we reach inside ourselves or out to God to find. But sometimes you need something more. Sometimes you need a literal box of hope. And that is just what I created for myself during my darkest hour.

The Temple Calls

The Temple Calls

Why are so many willing to give so much in order to receive the blessings of the temple? Those who understand the eternal blessings which come from the temple know that no sacrifice is too great, no price too heavy, no struggle too difficult in order to receive those...
Home, Safe & Sound

Home, Safe & Sound

Today I made it home from the hospital.  I was there three weeks with one week in the ICU.  It’s amazing what a chain reaction an allergic reaction to latex can set off.  Due to a series of mixups it took an extra 5 and a half hours to get out of the hospital...
Noise

Noise

Life is a noisy place.  It often feels imposible to escape the noise of life. The traffic, the talking, the hum of electronic devices, cell phone rings, music blaring,  Aside from the noise pollution, there’s even light pollution   So many places there is so...
Breathless

Breathless

Sometimes, despite my best intentions, strongest convictions, all my strength and will, all my hope and faith, commitment and passion… sometimes despite everything I am, was, and will ever be… sometimes things fall apart. Sometimes it seems like...
Tears of Today

Tears of Today

Driving home from the neurologist’s this afternoon, I was overwhelmed by how much I’ve endured this past year and how much I’ve overcome.  No words that I could speak nor tears that I could shed could express the depth of my sorrow at that moment or...