Where it all began

Here is my little photo of the sacred grove in Palmyra, NY. I looked around the grove and thought this was as good as any place to kneel and pray. And while it was raining a bit on and off, I sat on a nice bench and just meditated a bit. I am convinced again that Joseph Smith really did see The Father and the Son on that spring morning in 1820. I am comfortable with his account and I am comfortable with the facts as he laid them out. My understanding is beyond just being informed, it is something that I just know. I think it hit me when I was about 12 years old....and I still remember the feeling inside of something telling me that this was exactly the way it was to be. Thank God that I was born so close to the truth and that all I had to do was listen and search, ponder and pray and it would be given to me.

Atten----hut!

I lost my glasses and took a picture of all of our family. All those matching shirts with the stripes are just about to do me in. Nonetheless, I got them quieted down long enough to say "cheese" and just look how still they stand. Like little soldiers they filed into ranks and stood up so tall, you can see the light in their eyes.