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Each week during the Sacrament, I ask God two questions: 1. Who can I love and serve this week? 2. How can I be more holy this week? I started asking these two questions about 8 months ago and it has been one of the sweetest practices I’ve ever adopted.  During the Sacrament, as I inquire of […]

Have you heard of companion planting?  If your guess is “Planting seeds with your bestie,” I’m afraid that’s not the right answer.  But it is a lovely thought. Companion planting is the concept of placing plants next to each other that help one another grow and thrive.  I used to have a peach tree and I

I’m a Laurel Advisor in our ward.  I love being with those amazing girls as much as I love warm blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream.  That’s saying somethin’. During the month of August, one of the suggested topics is “Why is chastity important?”  Normally I might avoid that subject and choose something a little

Sister Holland said, “Meditation is the language of the soul. It is defined as ‘a form of private devotion, or spiritual exercise, consisting in deep, continued reflection on some religious theme.” The world can be loud.  I often long for and seek out moments of stillness.  I need them – my soul requires solitude, otherwise

I love girl’s camp.  I’ve loved it ever since attending as a Beehive where we dug latrines and boiled water from the river so it was clean enough to drink.  I loved it as a Mia Maid when we hiked six miles to our campsite with packs full of freeze dried food.  I loved it

I talk to  my plants.  They hear me.  (At least I pretend they do.)  I believe my plants like hearing they look pretty and are doing a great job of growing.  During a recent plant-whispering moment, I found a beautiful surprise! Can you see it?                            

A year ago we moved from Lehi to Woodland Hills.  It was a tough decision to uproot the family and plant new roots in unfamiliar soil.  But this has been the most beautiful, fertile soil and lovely blessings have come from the decision to make a change. Parents always worry about their kids making good

This post is birthed from a very random thought I had this morning on the way to pick up my daughter from tennis. The radio was off. The car was quiet. Thoughts were floating through my head like a leaf down a slow-moving stream, when this one stuck. “I want to do more good in the world.”  I

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I forgot about the Women’s Broadcast. Naughty, I know. Fortunately, I have responsible daughters and one of them said to me, “Hey isn’t the Women’s Broadcast on right now?”  We raced to the television and turned it on, listening to the last two talks.  Since

Last Friday my husband gave me beautifully stunning roses for our 25th wedding anniversary. I posted it on Facebook. People seemed as shocked as I was at these uniquely giant roses. My Facebook page lit up with comments, shares and likes. As of last week the post reached 133,892 people. (Close to the number of