The other day I was driving and saw a dead-end sign. I didn’t think about driving down that road because I knew I didn’t want to have to turn around, but I started to think about the dead-end signs the Lord has put in our paths by way of commandments.

In this light, the only true gift we can give to God is our wills, our choice to follow Him and do His will. He has given us everything, and we have no power over anything in our lives except our agency to choose.

Here we are again in an election cycle. In November, we go to the polls.

Tears sting my eyes as I pass the greeting card section. With a pang of sorrow, I remember I don’t need to buy one this year. I’ll have to send my love to the celestial realms with thoughts of treasured memories of my daddy who passed away many years ago; but I stop to look.

Several years ago when I was teaching, I was right in the middle of my lesson. I was going great guns making sure everyone was understanding, in no uncertain terms, what they needed to know. Suddenly, I felt two little arms go around my waist.

Often when I look in the mirror, I see my mother staring back at me. It’s not so much that I look like her.

Children are so guileless and unassuming. They don’t weigh words and predict what will happen if choices are made; they don’t plan out their responses to please the crowd. They just act from innocence and tender feelings.

Just yesterday I was a kid, coloring Easter eggs and enjoying Easter picnics with my family. As I look back, I realize I had so little time to really gather the true meaning of Easter and teach my children about the Savior of the world.