Dear Family and Friends

Dear Family and Friends,

It was an inspiring Sunday starting with but going beyond fast and testimony meeting. Bishop Bagley spoke of his mission and how it shaped and directed his life. He spoke of how not a day goes by that he doesn’t reflect on his mission in some fashion. I agree so much with that sentiment. I sat there and thought to myself how the same was true in my life. It is an experience that truly serves as a foundation in life giving guidance and direction to all that occurs afterward. It truly is a map to what lies ahead. I served my mission in Los Angeles and as I have shared before, I treasure the opportunity I had to interact with so many different cultures.

Some of the challenges we face in life feel like pushing against a wall. I myself wonder sometimes if progress is made but when I look back I am amazed at the growth that is experienced. Brother Toy drew that analogy in Sunday school. He is always so inspired in what he shares. I couldn’t help but think of the pioneers as they crossed the plains. So many gave their all and kept pushing but didn’t have the opportunity to reach the Salt Lake Valley. It was not in vein though. They truly pushed down the walls of adversity and it is upon their devotion, faith and obedience that the some much of what allows the gospel to flourish is built. Brother Toy selected Come, Come ye Saints as the opening song in Priesthood. I felt it was inspired and very fitting to sing that song. The last verse to me says it all:

And should we die before our journey's through, Happy day! all is well! We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; With the just we shall dwell! But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain, O how we'll make this chorus swell-- All is well! all is well!

More often than not it is more about the journey than the destination.

Spent the latter part of the week gathering leaves. One of the piles was absolutely gynormious! I couldn’t help myself, and dove right into the pile. Spent some time cleaning out the garden as well; it produced well into October. The leaves of the strawberry patch turn such a wonderful shade of red. I think the colors of fall are almost as beautiful as those of the Spring. With that thought I bid you adieu and wish you all well. I pray your families are safe and prosper and flourish.

Love,

Steve