Reminiscing in spades

This post is really being written just for me.

I had a couple experiences today that were really amazing when they produced feelings of my childhood and reasons I am glad to have recollections of the good times of former days. It all started when I saw a YouTube video of some horses.

This conjured up memories of great times in Castle Valley riding horses bareback with my brother Gregg. We were just young pups at the time, and the wild horses in the valley were beautiful and enormous, just like these. Great times and wonderful memories.



Then I experienced another memory with a classic music video from Josh Groban. When I watched it play, I was reminded of working on the homestead with my dad to situate our home in Castle Valley and position farm equipment all around the property.



These videos and tunes bring back a few of the cherished memories that mean so much to me today. Castle Valley was the pivotal experience of my youth, and I have shared stories of that ocassion many times with all of you.

Now we are making our own family memories like baseball and soccer and bike riding and hiking and camping and going on trips together. I am so glad I get to do that with all of you! Yes. This post is really a way for me to express my appreciation and recognize the bounteous blessings I have been so fortunate to enjoy.



I have a lot more memories of you and our family together. That means the world to me now. I'm so glad we get to do it again this Thanksgiving.

It's my way of saying thank you for sharing your wonderful lives with me--little 'ole me.

I love you

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No regrets

Hard times. They seem to be prolific now-a-days.

Frustration, mistakes, failed second chances; this applies towards the challenges in life and eternity, too…or does it?

Some may typically think that the Atonement is limited to helping those that have broken the commandments and need forgiveness, and indeed it does that. But the Atonement also empowers us when we fall short in other ways as well. For example, when we face obstacles that divert our course and our best is not enough, we needn't give up and submit to failure. We are not alone. The ability and confidence initiated by the Atonement of Jesus Christ empowers us to try again with the confidence and knowledge that we will ultimately achieve success. The challenges in life have not yet molded us to become the people that we can eventually become, so we try again and again. Let me illustrate this with a story. 

Years ago I was walking between campus and home when a friend passed by in a vehicle with his family. He smiled and waved. And wanting to return this courtesy, I too showed I was happy to see him, so I waved my hand in response. Admittedly, I was a little taken back at how excited this family was to see me, so I kept waving and walking. I noticed how animated and joyful these folks were, even the children were waving their hands now. Some of them were holding both hands up in surprise. With my attention turned to this friend, I walked directly into a stop sign. They had been trying to alert me to my pending collision. My intentions were good, my efforts sincere, but the outcome wasn't pleasant.  Well it was long after the embarrassment subsided and the bump on my head disappeared that I finally learned a lesson from this experience. Sometimes our intentions are the only control we have over a situation and despite our best efforts, they alone are not enough. But add to our good intentions the Atonement of Jesus Christ and even our shortcomings are more than sufficient because His infinite gift restores all things to their proper form. How is that done? I have no idea, but I know Who does. And that is really all that matters.

I follow a blog about a particular family that adopted children from Ethiopia and the miracle these children have been in their lives. I was first introduced to this experience through a beautiful video that touched me deeply when I watched it. I admired the man and woman and their family, but I got busy and soon lost track of the event and turned my attention to other things.

Life has been busy, and I failed to keep current reading new blog posts...until today. When I visited the page, I was horrified to hear that one of these beautiful children was taken in a car accident. Dozens of well-wishers extended sympathy and words of comfort to heal a broken family and particularly the mother. Their faith carries them through each day.

We all experience loss. But because of Jesus Christ, our sadness need not linger. The great plan of happiness extends the renewing power of God's love and the miracle of his grace into your life.

And when times are tough and hope is all we have, we derive comfort through our confidence in Him.

Rising above Trials

“Is there not wisdom in [Heavenly Father] giving us trials that we might rise above them, responsibilities that we might achieve, work to harden our muscles, sorrows to try our souls? Are we not exposed to temptations to test our strength, sickness that we might learn patience, death that we might be immortalized and glorified?

 “If all the sick for whom we pray were healed, if all the righteous were protected and the wicked destroyed, the whole program of the Father would be annulled and the basic principle of the gospel, free agency, would be ended. No man would have to live by faith.”

President Spencer W. Kimball (1895–1985), Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Spencer W. Kimball (2006), 15.

Another miracle

Miracle on ice

A few years ago, there was an instance where a young bunch of amateur hockey athletes beat the top rated hockey professional team from Russia. It was a noteworthy victory and became a well known movie. 

I love grand parenting for many reasons, but the foremost includes welcoming the great little grand children into our home and sharing a few exquisite moments together. 

We recently had an incident occur in my home that was similar to the miracle on ice in many ways and also very different. This paper is an attempt to capture this experience now for generations to come. 

Just yesterday, Camie brought a couple of her boys down with her, so Emily could do her hair. It was great. Fitz and Enzo played in the backyard and jumped on the trampoline while Cam got her hair done in the upstairs salon. I asked Enzo to help me a few minutes. We went down stairs and got a parcel of of toilet paper wrapped in plastic. Enzo worked hard to carry this massive package (compared to him) up the stairs. He filled the holders in each of the bathrooms. I then had to run an errand, so I stepped out for a minute. 

When I returned, the 6-foot glass mirror that had been leaning against the wall on the stairway landing was resting at the bottom of the stairs, glass up. I thought that Mom must be trying to rearrange the room and left the mirror at the bottom of the stairs to get my help positioning it elsewhere. 

It turns out that Enzo had been playing on the stairs and somehow this massive mirror toppled over on him while I was out of the house. When I asked Emily to share with me details and what she knows, this is what she he said “We didn’t see it so I don’t know exactly what happened, but here is what I think happened. I think he was leaning against the mirror his back towards the mirror just hitting it with his bum (cause he was doing that to the mirror in my salon) and he hit it hard enough for the mirror to stand straight up and topple over him so he was pushed to the ground on his belly and then the mirror slid down the stairs.” She mentioned that the mirror was at the bottom of the stairs glass facing down when they found it. 

Just as I mentioned to Camilla, I told Emily that Enzo was protected from serious harm. I have no doubt.

There seems to be a theme of protection here in our family. I had an experience as a small boy where my dad told me not to fiddle with a door that had been removed from its hinges in Leslie’s room. I fiddled, and it ended up falling on me, but that’s not all. Robyn recounts a time my mother narrowly escaped harm, when a sheet of glass fell on her in our SLC home. 

“A large sheet of glass in the garage... don't recall what it was for... probably for some construction project. It was very large, like patio door size. Maybe Mom tripped and the sheet of glass fell on top of her. I have this memory in my mind of seeing her lying on her back... maybe on some stacked lumber (and maybe why she tripped?) she was covered in little pieces of glass. It was terrifying! I don't remember anything else... if Dad was home or what happened afterwards. I'm not certain if I saw what I described (I think I did) or if it was a picture created in my mind from hearing about it.”

Many of us have been protected from harm when things could have turned out much differently. 

Today the miracle was Enzo, and for that I am most grateful.