Sometimes it’s the little tender mercies that remind us that God is in the details. Earlier this year, our son got a mission call and was able to go to the MTC, prior to flying out to his mission which was out of state.  We were excited for him to go, but it was a little hard knowing we wouldn’t see him for two years. My husband works in Salt lake and regularly takes the train rather than driving in traffic.  This particular day, my husband ended up taking a train to work that was a little later than usual. …

Allow me to share with you an experience from my own boyhood. When I was 11 years old, my family had to leave East Germany and begin a new life in West Germany overnight. Until my father could get back into his original profession as a government employee, my parents operated a small laundry business in our little town. I became the laundry delivery boy. To be able to do that effectively, I needed a bicycle to pull the heavy laundry cart. I had always dreamed of owning a nice, sleek, shiny, sporty red bicycle. But there had never been enough…

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…