I admit, sometimes I feel this cloud of discouragement just over my head, threatening to pour down rain on me. I know how real depression is and sometimes it’s a daily battle. This one particular morning, I was heading to the Temple to worship. The cloud over my head this morning was heavy. I needed…
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…
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…
There are times I wonder where the miracles in my life are when I’m literally seeing the miracles in others lives. I have to admit, sometimes I feel forgotten. Then, as I focus on this thought, I start doubting lots of things, like am I loved? Why has He turned His back on me? This…
Our family was headed to spend the weekend with my parents who were living in Providence Utah with us living in West Jordan at the time. Before we would leave to go on a trip we would make it a point of praying and asking for safety and protection while doing so. This has proved…
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…
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…
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….
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…