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.

I wrote this in tongue-in-cheek narrative several years ago for a church preparedness fair. It’s kind of silly, but I hope you enjoy the message. 

Sometimes I look at my bank account through online banking and wonder where all the money went. I can track it, but still, it went faster than I expected. I can’t help but wonder why I wasn’t born in the proverbial lap of luxury.

The time thief has struck again. What happened to 2023? The ragged old man with a cane of the old year snuck out the backdoor and the chubby hopeful baby of the new year leaped onto the calendar with a shout, “Here I am, ready or not!”