Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

The good news of the gospel is what I'll be teaching to the people in southern Spain.  I'd better understand what that phrase means if I'm going to do that and over the past 3 days I've found a new bit of hope.  I've better understood what the good news of the gospel is. This glorious news has only the power we give it.  Just like God's power on this earth he's given to worthy men, the priesthood, is only as powerful as the man is worthy and uses that power righteously.  As a daughter of Heavenly Father I have access to the power of the atonement, but I only have access to the power I allow to come to my life.  I must open my heart and trust the Lord.  Bitterness, justification, grudges, anger...those things blind me to what I can actually truly do and what I can actually truly control. Something I've come to understand: those things that inhibit me from progressing can be left behind.  Those things may be connected to important memories, but by le...

“I love you, Mother,” said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving her the water and wood to bring.   “I love you, Mother,” said rosy Nell. “I love you better than tongue can tell.” Then she teased and pouted full half the day, Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.   “I love you, Mother,” said little Fan. “Today I’ll help you all I can. How glad I am that school doesn’t keep!” So she rocked the babe till it fell asleep.   Then, stepping softly, she fetched the broom, And swept the floor and tidied the room. Busy and happy all day was she, Helpful and happy as a child could be.   “I love you, Mother,” again they said, Three little children going to bed. How do you think...