The annual Easter Egg and Basket Hunt
Just when you think things get exciting...
New life breaks through the crusted ground. What was once pure white and undefiled, has now turned dreary and dull. Slowly, the warmth sprouts the hope of new life.
Like rain from heaven, drops of blood soak into the thirsty ground. The burden of hard ground, softens. Strength and endurance uncover the buried head. Light is seen, freedom comes, freedom to move, to grow, to blossom. Supernal love fills my soul, warms my heart and I feel new life.
Vibrance!




For the past couple of years, I have been blessed to serve at the Conference Center as a Guest Service Missionary, but the past couple of days have been the pinnacle of my service. I feel extremely blessed to have been able to serve at the viewing and then the funeral of our dear Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley. The Conference Center became a sanctuary of reverance and peace as the Prophet was eulogized. President Hinckley always motivated me with his endurance and hard work, his love and charity, and his acceptance of all. His words inspire me to "Stand a little taller", to "do and be a little better", and to "forget myself and get to work". It was said of him "that his heart was so full of faith that there wasn't any room for doubt or fear". After the funeral and grave dedication, the Spirit in the hall was tangible. It literally touched my heart, filled my soul and brought tears to my eyes. Afar off in a section of the hall, soft, ominous voices filled the center with the words "We Thank Thee, Oh God, For a Prophet", for truly we were grateful for this prophet.The perfect storm...
The perfect Christmas Day...