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The Dream
My dad was a brilliant accountant. He had retired from the family company and decided to pick up a few accounts to do on the side, never really wanting to retire fully. Sometimes, being the teacher he was, he would ask me to come help him balance out his accounts, teaching me little by little his business. At the time, I had a full time job. I never planned on doing accounting for a living so working with my dad was good because I got to spend time with him. The beginning of the new year, my dad found out he had cancer, and it was terminal. I felt confident…
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The Unexpected Post-Pornography Blessing
Earlier this month, I shared my testimony about pornography at the pulpit. I felt hesitant because it involved my 20-something son. I had recently had a conversation with him, wherein he said, “I’m thankful for my pornography problem, because I came to Jesus through fighting it. I don’t think I would have built a relationship with Him otherwise.” This was inspiring to me because his mission was really hard for him and he didn’t love it (although now he is starting to realize what it did for him). But he clearly recognizes the fruits of his pornography battle. As I shared his insights, I was nervous. (I told the audience…
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Never Miss a Prompting
On one occasion many years ago, I was swimming laps at the old Deseret Gym in Salt Lake City when I felt the inspiration to go to the University Hospital to visit a good friend of mine who had lost the use of his lower limbs because of a malignancy and the surgery which followed. I immediately left the pool, dressed, and was soon on my way to see this good man. When I arrived at his room, I found that it was empty. Upon inquiry I learned I would probably find him in the swimming pool area of the hospital, an area which was used for physical therapy. Such…
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The Angel at my Door
When I first moved to Pleasant Grove, I brought with me my two daughters and my mother. It was a big step. I had moved into a town where I knew almost no-one. I had purchased this big old home that needed work but I loved it. I had spent many hours dreaming of how to fix up and decorate this home and had so many ideas! I remember one specific day, really wanting to go shopping. It was a Saturday, and I wanted to get out of the house and go shopping. Maybe to a yard sale. Or maybe to the Deseret Industries. I was hoping I might get…
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Out of Gas
Sometimes I say in jest, “If I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all”, but the truth is I am so lucky, so very blessed with the best family and friends. Last night, I drove to my dad’s home, spent a few precious hours with him, slept, had breakfast with Dad, and then spent the day at a wedding and other festivities. Then I had to drive back to St. George, leaving Lindon at 7:30. On the way back to StG, I did something tonight that I have only done once before in my life. I ran out of gas. Almost to the top of the Scipio hill,…
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The Miracle of Life
In April of 1961 my family was on vacation visiting family in Idaho. They were heading back home to Riverside California going through Oregon. My mom was 34 weeks pregnant with me at the time and she was getting antsy. She was hoping that if she drove that would help her. My dad pulled over and let her drive and he then took a nap on one of the seats of their VW van. Several miles down the road, the Axel of the van broke and my mom lost control. The VW ended up rolling a few times which threw my father out and killed him instantly. My siblings had…
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An Answer to Prayer
A few months ago, I started reading a book “God’s Smuggler” by Brother Andrew. I had heard of this book before and decided it was worth a read. This story is an excerpt of one of the many miracles that happened on his Service mission for the Lord. This book is FULL of miracles, it was hard to pick out just one. The roads in Yugoslavia were extraordinarily hard on cars. When we weren’t climbing fierce mountain trails, we were fording streams at the bottom of steep valleys. But the worst threat to the little VW was the dust. Dust lay over the unpaved roads like a shroud; it sifted…
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Without Purse or Script
I love how the Lord takes care of those who are on a service errand preaching of God. In this case, Brother Wilford Woodruff was sent on a mission without purse or script, preaching the word of the Lord. In every instance of his mission, no harm came upon him. He did, however, suffer through the tempests and storms, the unfriendliness of others, lots of wading through mud, travelling sometimes over 50 miles a day by foot to get to where the Lord wanted him to go without the sustenance of food. To preface this story, he was protected from certain death by the hand of the Lord. On the…
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Small Blessings
I have the most beautiful tender mercy I thought I’d share with you, prefaced with a little background. When I go to church every week, I always just slip in the back usually because I’m either right on time, or slightly late and can avoid any kind of disruption of the worship walking in front of people, having people scoot over, etc. In the back of the church, the chairs are hard, with the softer benches at the front of the chapel. They are uncomfortable! There have been more than a few times I’ve complained to my friend how hard the chairs are, longing for padded chairs. This morning, as…
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Plant The Seed
Sometimes I wish I could just snap my fingers and have what I need. The answer to a long sought after question. The knowledge on how to create something amazing the first time, like knowing the seeds I plant this spring will all grow into an amazing garden. There is power in learning little by little and growing your faith by small means. The more you practice, the better you get at having faith, the more you see Him in your life. First of all, I’m a YES girl. I always have been. So when a client asks me to do something in chocolate, I will say yes and then…
