Monthly Archives: November 2017

Je ne serai pas baptisé.

Parfois, vous reconnaissez quand vous êtes témoin d’un miracle. C’était un moment miraculeux à Pau. Je pense que tout membre qui était là pendant ce temps se souviendra de lui comme rien de moins qu’un miracle.

I’m not getting baptized

Sometimes you recognize when you are witnessing a miracle. I knew that I was seeing a miracle first-hand. There was a very special feeling as all of this was happening. This was a miraculous time in Pau. The Spirit of God was so strong and the hand of the Lord was so obvious in the missionary work.

Lost in Sugar City, Idaho

Shortly after my wife and I got married, her grandmother passed away. Since my wife and her family were from Port Angeles, Washington, and we lived in Provo, Utah, I did not know her family very well. I had only met most of them once or twice and had not really met many of the extendedContinueContinue reading “Lost in Sugar City, Idaho”

Trampolines in the Highlands

When we moved to Highland, Utah we were excited to have a big yard. We had three daughters; Julienne was 6, Maggie had just turned 5, and Emma was almost 2. Part of the appeal of the house was a big playground in the back yard and room for a trampoline. We bought a trampolineContinueContinue reading “Trampolines in the Highlands”