Looking back at the path

I have chosen,

I see:

A young girl full of

promise and glee,

laughing at life.

Intelligent, but

not so smart

as she thinks.

Looking forward,

through a clear

conscience.

Seeing all, but

knowing so little,

and choosing,

without thought,

those things that

bring....

Regret.

Wanting nothing but

her dreams,

she ventures through

the mirage

she has created.

Until....

She comes up empty-handed.

Wiser, Worn, Bowed Down

to the earth

in despair;

humbled by

living....

Not her dreams,

but her choices.

Honed by time

and experience

into clarity.

Silver hair

and dimmed vision

has her looking up,

instead of forward

finding....

Peace.

The Lord's House

This is The Lord's House

The Mesa Arizona Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

For me it is:

Beauty and joy beyond compare

A Fullness of Peace
 in the deepest sense

Knowledge of
WHO I AM

I am a daughter of God

I love Him and He loves me

and this is

HIS HOUSE.

When I enter His house

I want to fall to my knees

in thankful bliss

for the myriad of blessings

in my life.

Because HE is my father.

and He has bid me enter

His House

with open arms.

The Mesa Arizona Temple is the first temple I entered. There are no words to truly describe how I felt. When I left I was filled with a true, deep and abiding love for all of mankind. Here are some pictures of other temples I have entered and loved.

St George Utah Temple

Manti Utah Temple

Manti Utah Temple at Night

THE THINKER

Formula for Choices

"May I provide a simple formula by which you can measure the choices which confront you.

It's easy to remember,
sometimes difficult to apply:

You can't be right by doing wrong;

You can't be wrong by doing right.

Your personal conscience
always warns you as a friend

before it punishes you as a judge."

Thomas S. Monson, "Decisions Determine Destiny," CES fireside for young adults, Nov. 6, 2005

Shhhhhh Be Quiet

This beautiful part of the earth is Panguitch Lake, and it is located in Southern Utah, not far from my Grandma's house in Panguitch, Utah.

My Grandpa loved to fish here because the trout were really BIG. No Kidding. In fact, the word Panguitch is an Indian word that means big fish.

When I was small, my Grandpa took me in his little row boat out on the lake, and told me if I was very quiet, he would help me catch a fish. This is where I caught my very first fish. Because, whenever I started to talk, Grandpa would say, "Shhhh, be quiet!"

After the fish were caught, we rowed over to the shore, and there my mother and her mother would have fried potatoes with onions, and all the bounty of the garden waiting for us. Tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, lettuce, and corn on the cob were laid out like a feast. Then Grandpa would cook the fish.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, could cook a trout like Grandpa. He would pull the bones out, and I never had to worry about getting one caught in my throat, because Grandpa could always get every bone out of the fish.

I still go to Panguitch Lake to fish, but somehow, the fish never taste quite as good, and there is always a bone or two. My children grew up fishing too. I just wish they could have had one fish cooked by Grandpa.

Hole in the Rock

This is a place that has taught me lessons in life. The descent is easy. Climbing back up is not. In fact, I can't climb back up without help.

This is the story of life, is it not?