“Find ways to recognize and remember God’s kindness.” Henry B. Eyring A few days ago I had the chance to consider with a couple of my kids where we had seen the greatness of God in our lives that day. One child saw it in a rec basketball team that came together with everyone’s best efforts in a hard-fought, sportsmanlike game to win by a margin of a single basket. Another saw it in a group of teenagers who have…
I believe I came to earth with a love for the written word lodged inside my heart, waiting to be unlocked like a treasure in a box. My mom was key in unlocking that box. She did what many mothers do. She read us stories–lots of them. Even when we could read to ourselves. In fact, my fondest memories may be from her reading us James Herriot books in my adolescent years. My mom took full advantage of the public…
My dad has always been more of a listener than a talker. He doesn’t want any extra attention. He never speaks just for the sake of being heard. He considers things thoughtfully. When he does speak, or when he takes time to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard), he tends to have insightful questions or points to consider. As such, when he speaks, I tend to listen. I’ve watched my dad listen to my children, even as babies,…
(2 Corinthians 7:4) Fluffy blankets. A cuddly kitty on my lap. Cozy pajamas. Family movie night by the fire. A friend’s example of spreading service and positivity. Words of hope from a living prophet. My feed full of gratitude posts. And prayer. Feelings that lodge in my heart all day. Words that fall from my mouth. Expressions that somehow transcend normal barriers. A hope and an assurance that a loving God is listening, helping. Bringing peace. Such blessings. “For…