Beneath the Wraps

             Our Saturn was such a good car and I hated to see it in non-driving, special (and expensive) repair state – especially after all the money we sunk into it.   Brand new tires.   Our cars have a way of getting “killed” right after the tire investment.   So unfair.           Our Saturn was a very good car.   Outlived its 22 years I think.   We put many   miles on that car going from Utah to Arizona and back.   Climbing hills of Nevada and Oregon.   Roseburg and back.   Medford and back.   Many miles. Over 100,000.             In my mind I can hear “taps” being played.   My eye sheds a tear for our beloved car.   I’m sorry that you’re gone now.   My mom is the Saturn's original owner.  Today is her birthday. Happy Birthday, mom.  Miss you.  Look forward to reuniting w...

               Our Relief Society lesson last week was taken from Shayne Bowen’s talk on miracles, angels and priesthood ( here ).    The same talk was used for one of the talks given during sacrament meeting. An inactive member made the comment that she was meant to be there that day as the message was given twice.   It was a good lesson and I reflected on miracles past and present.   Miracles happen every day. Some are obviously more powerful than others.             When Jaime was still a baby Richard and I had been called as ward missionaries.   Primary baptisms were done at a stake level, but if for some reason only one ward had youth being baptized when the head position was out of town, the ward missionaries were asked to fill the font.   The font took roughly two hours to fill.             One Satu...