Promise to Grandma
April 17, 2018[…] movin’ Sarah down here because I know if I don’t get anything for her to eat, you’ll feed her,” but that doesn’t fit very well with my mother and Nell’s recollections that Vic was […]
[…] movin’ Sarah down here because I know if I don’t get anything for her to eat, you’ll feed her,” but that doesn’t fit very well with my mother and Nell’s recollections that Vic was […]
[…] Because he’s the only other person in our family, I have always been prompt to change him, feed him, or entertain him. He rarely fusses or sulks. If he wants something, he either gets […]
[…] summer of 1846. Rather, the top priority now be came finding a winter location large enough to feed and shelter the oncoming thousands of uprooted Latter-day Saints in a frontier wilderness and among Pottawattamie, […]
In July 1984, I attended testimony meeting in my home ward in Salt Lake City. As the previous month’s crop of infants were blessed, I thought that after the sacrament I would go home. It was a Fourth of July weekend and I was sunburned, sleepy, and not much in the mood for testimonies about the star-spangled banner. Besides that, I was hungry. But when the sacrament was over, I stayed. I thought my motivation was guilt, but now I know it was grace.
I recently completed a short season of speaking at Mormon women’s conferences, largely related to Relief Society. I do not do this as a professional speaker. I don’t sell books, and (at the moment) I…
[…] the spout of frigid water from a rustic pump. Once we began a rather bucolic walk to feed scraps to the ducks who inhabited a tiny portion of the lake kept liquid by a […]
[…] medical practice to serve in the slums of Calcutta with Mother Teresa or, closer to home, to feed the poor in Lowell Bennion’s soup kitchen. Instead, when modern persons act consistently with ancient standards […]
[…] who dressing in fine clothes, putting on airs, and failing ” to clothe the naked, and to feed the hungry, and to liberate the captive, and administer relief to the sick and the afflicted” […]
Mary Firmage, daughter of President Hugh B. Brown, has recently deposited a large collection of her father’s personal letters in the Church Archives. President Brown wrote part of this correspondence while he was mission president…
[…] things objectively,” he said, “on the salary I’m likely to make, I could probably not afford to feed, clothe, and educate any children. Does this mean I should not get married?” A Relief Society […]