Joseph’s City
The city streets whisper stories from ancient days, long ago when travelers found refuge on the sandy shores of the Mississippi River. The green hillside slopes in reverence to the crystal white walls of the Saint’s ultimate life work, the temple. Sunstones cap the great pillars to eternal life and heralding calls of angels. Great billowing flames in the blacksmith shop stoke our hearts to look inward at our roots, in awe at...
I Can See You & 30 Life Lessons
Dearest friend, Today is a wonderful day! Your birthday marks the moment when a new light came into this world. I hope you have enjoyed and absorbed all the love that is coming your way from friends and family who are celebrating this special day. You know that I love to write, and so on your special day I wanted to send you a bit of encouragement and love. My prayer is that my words may offer you a bit of sunshine in a moment filled...
The Holy Ghost, a constant companion.
When I was 8 years old, I entered the waters of baptism through the priesthood power which was held by my grandpa, David Evans. There were a few moments that stood out to me. First, I stood for a picture, wearing my polyester white dress in front of a painting of the Savior’s baptism in the hall at our stake center. Second, as I came out of the water, I distinctly remember feeling disappointed. I knew my sins were washed away, but...
Dreams on the top the mountain
I dream a lot. More often I can accurately depend on dreams to help me understand my experiences, prepare for the future, or to help me find peace with my challenges. A few nights ago I was reading my Facebook feed. The news feed has been all a twitter with gay activist celebrating the recent turn of events which has made Utah’s marriage law of one man and one woman “unconstitutional.” Because of personal experience,...
Temple Trips and Coming Home
For many years I have lived with a desire to heal my heart from the holes created by the absence of my dad. I don’t know why it matters that he wasn’t there, because I don’t even really know much about him. I would recognize his voice if I heard it, but I don’t know how tall he was, how he walked, or what his laugh sounded like. And yet, there has been a deep emptiness inside of my heart that bubbles to the...
Who am I?
Who am I? The scriptures teach that Jesus was the Father, because he was Begotten, or born of the flesh as God, the Father’s off spring. He was the Father through the genetics that ran through his veins. I am my mother, I am my father. I am grandma Joy, I am grandpa David. Yet, I am also me. I am Sarah Elizabeth. I am born, I am free of my own will to choose. Today I am light. I feel full of gratitude and faith for the...