There's the country of America, which you have to defend, but there's also the idea of America. America is more than just a country, it's an idea. An idea that's supposed to be contagious.
- Bono
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Miss me?
Dear Reader,
I haven't forgotten you, I've just been shy. I have remembered how fortune favors the bold, however, and so I've returned. Truly a Thanksgiving miracle!
Here is what I've been occupied with:
1. work (ho hum)
2. traveling an inordinate amount (this has now halted for the present)
3. cooking/baking quite a lot
4. cuddling my nephews
5. running/falling in love
More to come on all of the above! Firstly, lets celebrate the fact that the man of my affections returns today and also that my baby brother Stu returns for Thanksgiving on Saturday. How spectacular!
Let's also note what I am making for Thanksgiving:
- Layered jello (see picture below)
- Chocolate Cream Pie
I'll be sure to take pictures and post recipes!
love
kt
I haven't forgotten you, I've just been shy. I have remembered how fortune favors the bold, however, and so I've returned. Truly a Thanksgiving miracle!
Here is what I've been occupied with:
1. work (ho hum)
2. traveling an inordinate amount (this has now halted for the present)
3. cooking/baking quite a lot
4. cuddling my nephews
5. running/falling in love
More to come on all of the above! Firstly, lets celebrate the fact that the man of my affections returns today and also that my baby brother Stu returns for Thanksgiving on Saturday. How spectacular!
Let's also note what I am making for Thanksgiving:
- Layered jello (see picture below)
- Chocolate Cream Pie
I'll be sure to take pictures and post recipes!
love
kt
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
His Voice Had Grown Softer Each Day by Kevin Goodan
I need you to get me a ticket, he said.
For what, I asked, waking at the foot of his bed.
For the train, he said. They say I need a ticket.
Except for the small lamp the room was dark.
The air was cool and clear. The first night of september.
Do you know who they are, I asked
and he said , Oh yes. They are smiling and waving-
I havent seen them in so long.
They want me to climb onboard...I need my ticket.
I want to give you a ticket, I said.
For what, I asked, waking at the foot of his bed.
For the train, he said. They say I need a ticket.
Except for the small lamp the room was dark.
The air was cool and clear. The first night of september.
Do you know who they are, I asked
and he said , Oh yes. They are smiling and waving-
I havent seen them in so long.
They want me to climb onboard...I need my ticket.
I want to give you a ticket, I said.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Theme in Yellow by Carl Sandburg
I SPOT the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
a poem by Emily Dickinson
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth.
The sweeping up the heart
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth.
The sweeping up the heart
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
At the End of This Summer by John Haines
I wonder if I frightened you,
Coming as I did from behind
As you sat alone in your chair
With the low sun melting over your head.
I couldn't imagine what you were
Looking at or thinking of--
You who have always been so lively
And little given to quiet--
And the desire to bend and kiss your hair
Was almost unbearable.
You turned,
With that air of half-astonishment
You use so well, I smiled a greeting.
After that, we sat and talked for a while
And enjoyed the departing light.
Then the warmth was gone,
And we rose, I to take my leave, and you
To close the door and pull the shade,
And turn to the lighting of a lamp,
The starting of a fire in the stove.
Coming as I did from behind
As you sat alone in your chair
With the low sun melting over your head.
I couldn't imagine what you were
Looking at or thinking of--
You who have always been so lively
And little given to quiet--
And the desire to bend and kiss your hair
Was almost unbearable.
You turned,
With that air of half-astonishment
You use so well, I smiled a greeting.
After that, we sat and talked for a while
And enjoyed the departing light.
Then the warmth was gone,
And we rose, I to take my leave, and you
To close the door and pull the shade,
And turn to the lighting of a lamp,
The starting of a fire in the stove.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Remember Lot's Wife
My roommate of bygone years wrote a blog post on remembering Lot's wife and not looking back. The many comments by the readers were (as usual) inspiring and some of their comments reaffirmed something that I have been thinking about lately, which is that
God is always forward looking.
1. I love you. Thanks for praying.
2. You’re right, you shouldn’t have done that. Put it behind you.
3. Do this. (I can help you, just ask)
4. {Insert doctrine here}
God is always forward looking.
I think that’s how He tries to coach our thinking, our attitudes, and transform us. Rather than fret and fester over the past, move on and do better.
We see a great example of this in the story of Cain and Abel. When Cain’s offering is not accepted (Genesis 4), Cain ‘was very wroth and his countenance fell.’ Basically he got depressed, angry, and was sulking.
And the Lord said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted?Cain proceeds to give up trying to please God in spite of God's encouragement. I find that God's initial response to Cain is pretty consistent when I think about the things He says to me when I pray. It is always one of the following:
1. I love you. Thanks for praying.
2. You’re right, you shouldn’t have done that. Put it behind you.
3. Do this. (I can help you, just ask)
4. {Insert doctrine here}
He never says:
1. What took you so long. You never pray consistently.
2. I can’t believe you did that again.
I think the best record we have of conversations with God is found in Doctrine & Covenants. One of my favorite passages is a great case:
For, behold, you should not have feared man more than God. Although men set at naught the counsels of God, and despise his words— Yet you should have been faithful; and he would have extended his arm and supported you against all the fiery darts of the adversary; and he would have been with you in every time of trouble. ..if thou art not aware thou wilt fall. But remember, God is merciful; therefore, repent … and thou art still chosen. (Doctrine & Covenants 3:7-10)
If that isn’t forward looking I don’t know what is.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
#23. Run a 5k Race
Last night I ran the Palo Alto Moonlight Run 5k and it was lovely!
Firstly, the weather was perfect and we ran on the baylands. I felt pre-race giddiness.
Secondly, so many friends were there! Lots of children, an assortment of neighbors and members of the community. It was delightful to jog in place, smiling, laughing. My newly released Bishop D W came by after finishing the 5k walk with his two beaming red-headed daughters. They were pink-cheeked and smiled so sweetly.
And then! We were off! I felt the imminent danger of a human stampede, but as I moved with the crowd we suddenly reached the open air of the trail. I forgot my iPod, so I simply ran alone looking at the night, focusing on my breathing, finding my pace. The giddiness melted away and I heard snippets of conversations from my neighbors as they passed me, I passed them. It was beautiful to think of all the many hearts beating in their respective chests. Most runners had some kind of light source - a blinking red button, a headlamp, a glowing necklace or bracelet.
And when I reached the last mile, I picked up my pace praying that I wouldn't burn out. And when I reached the final 100 yards, I sprinted. I beat my previous time, I was greeted by and continued to greet arriving friends. I ate orange slices, quarters of bagel, and reveled in the satisfaction that I had officially completed #23 of my 100 Things (see right hand sidebar). I ran a 5k race (and enjoyed it)!
Firstly, the weather was perfect and we ran on the baylands. I felt pre-race giddiness.
Secondly, so many friends were there! Lots of children, an assortment of neighbors and members of the community. It was delightful to jog in place, smiling, laughing. My newly released Bishop D W came by after finishing the 5k walk with his two beaming red-headed daughters. They were pink-cheeked and smiled so sweetly.
And then! We were off! I felt the imminent danger of a human stampede, but as I moved with the crowd we suddenly reached the open air of the trail. I forgot my iPod, so I simply ran alone looking at the night, focusing on my breathing, finding my pace. The giddiness melted away and I heard snippets of conversations from my neighbors as they passed me, I passed them. It was beautiful to think of all the many hearts beating in their respective chests. Most runners had some kind of light source - a blinking red button, a headlamp, a glowing necklace or bracelet.
And when I reached the last mile, I picked up my pace praying that I wouldn't burn out. And when I reached the final 100 yards, I sprinted. I beat my previous time, I was greeted by and continued to greet arriving friends. I ate orange slices, quarters of bagel, and reveled in the satisfaction that I had officially completed #23 of my 100 Things (see right hand sidebar). I ran a 5k race (and enjoyed it)!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wordy Thursdy: Felicity
"Is there any felicity in the world superior to this?" - Marianne, Sense and Sensibility (1995)
use it instead of these words: happiness, joy, contentment, pleasure.
variations: felicitous (use instead of happy), felicitate, felicitation (use plural instead of congratulations)
I felicitate you! He offered his felicitations. The felicities of summertime. There is no greater felicity than chocolate cake.
It's felicity. (Not just an American Girl, people!)
------
Update:
gchat status 9/17/2009
use it instead of these words: happiness, joy, contentment, pleasure.
variations: felicitous (use instead of happy), felicitate, felicitation (use plural instead of congratulations)
I felicitate you! He offered his felicitations. The felicities of summertime. There is no greater felicity than chocolate cake.
It's felicity. (Not just an American Girl, people!)
------
Update:
gchat status 9/17/2009
"leads a felicitous life"
Wordy Thursdy: Loath
I don't mean, who do you loathe more than [insert loathed object here]. I mean, what are you loath to do?
It's a state of mind, not a verb. It's sans 'e.'
Also the vowel sound is similar to 'loaf''
use it instead of these words: unwilling, reluctant, disinclined, averse.
I'm loath to do that. I am loath to do so. She is loath to come with me. He is loath to do his homework. ad nauseum.
It's loath [or loth].
------
Update:
Email 9/17/2009
It's a state of mind, not a verb. It's sans 'e.'
Also the vowel sound is similar to 'loaf''
use it instead of these words: unwilling, reluctant, disinclined, averse.
I'm loath to do that. I am loath to do so. She is loath to come with me. He is loath to do his homework. ad nauseum.
It's loath [or loth].
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Update:
Email 9/17/2009
"If we change this to Tuesday instead would you be able to join? We had
someone else asking, so we just wanted to check before revisiting the date
(which we are generally loath to do)."
Vocabulary Challenge
I realized last night that I have many words in my vocabulary that I rarely (if ever) use in written or spoken word. I have decided to start integrating these delightful words here and now!
So starting now, Thursdays will be Vocab day! (do I ever stick to my "day of the week themes"? Let this be the first!)
Please feel free to take on this challenge with me. What I will do is report the 2-3 words for the week and provide updates from time to time on my usage. Please share your experiences!
So starting now, Thursdays will be Vocab day! (do I ever stick to my "day of the week themes"? Let this be the first!)
Please feel free to take on this challenge with me. What I will do is report the 2-3 words for the week and provide updates from time to time on my usage. Please share your experiences!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
2009 Haiku Hustlers (AKA Winning Poets)
It is with great pleasure that I announce this year's winning poets:
The Haiku Hustlers
Winners should email me via f r a n n y k t (you can direct it to a gmail account) with his or her mailing address to receive their prize. The prizes for the winner of each category are as follows.
Best September Haiku - wins a song about September sung by KT
Most Humorous Haiku - wins a (FUN!) surprise
Best Haiku Series - wins a serial story by KT
Most Creative Haiku - wins a work of art by KT
Best Haiku about a Place - wins at least 1 postcard (maybe more!)
And now... the winning haiku poets!
Best September Haiku: "Gayle"
September brings a
fresh start at the year's waning:
a birthday and school.
Most Humorous Haiku: "Whits"
facebook, gchat, tweets:
what would I do without you?
work? non-existent.
Giants break my heart
Please start hitting the baseball
Can't let Rockies in
Best Haiku Series: "Heresiarch"
Murder is elementary
Agatha Christie
Gives you a cup of hot tea
laced with arsenic
Blimp enthusiast
Has enemies. One lit match:
Death by hydrogen
Helium-filled room
Is inert, as you are--trapped
With your squeaky screams
Swimming late at night
Sodium plus H2O
Explosive moment
Trapped in a peat swamp
Compressed for one million years
Crystalline carbon
Tungsten filament
Saboteur, exploding bulb
Placed to pierce my heart
Ununquadium
Half life 2.6 seconds
How long will yours be?
Orange krypton light
Illuminates Lex Luthor as
Superman is killed
Twenty-one ponies
Die, selenium overdosed
Foul play is involved
Cancer struck quickly
Must be the plutonium
You slipped in my drink
Silicon circuit
Tampered with in robot's brain
Inventor's life ends
"Sweetness shows presence
Of beryllium," he says.
He omits "It's toxic."
My pet is smiling
(My chromium manticore)
As he leaps at you
Zeus hated Al's golf
Sent bolt to strike head of Al's
Titanium club
Most Creative Haiku: "LRH"
One more souvenir
A collection most esteemed
My fake credit cards
Best Haiku about a Place: "Alli"
Let's go to the moon
There is no gravity there
Good for dance parties
The Haiku Hustlers
Winners should email me via f r a n n y k t (you can direct it to a gmail account) with his or her mailing address to receive their prize. The prizes for the winner of each category are as follows.
Best September Haiku - wins a song about September sung by KT
Most Humorous Haiku - wins a (FUN!) surprise
Best Haiku Series - wins a serial story by KT
Most Creative Haiku - wins a work of art by KT
Best Haiku about a Place - wins at least 1 postcard (maybe more!)
And now... the winning haiku poets!
Best September Haiku: "Gayle"
September brings a
fresh start at the year's waning:
a birthday and school.
Most Humorous Haiku: "Whits"
facebook, gchat, tweets:
what would I do without you?
work? non-existent.
Giants break my heart
Please start hitting the baseball
Can't let Rockies in
Best Haiku Series: "Heresiarch"
Murder is elementary
Agatha Christie
Gives you a cup of hot tea
laced with arsenic
Blimp enthusiast
Has enemies. One lit match:
Death by hydrogen
Helium-filled room
Is inert, as you are--trapped
With your squeaky screams
Swimming late at night
Sodium plus H2O
Explosive moment
Trapped in a peat swamp
Compressed for one million years
Crystalline carbon
Tungsten filament
Saboteur, exploding bulb
Placed to pierce my heart
Ununquadium
Half life 2.6 seconds
How long will yours be?
Orange krypton light
Illuminates Lex Luthor as
Superman is killed
Twenty-one ponies
Die, selenium overdosed
Foul play is involved
Cancer struck quickly
Must be the plutonium
You slipped in my drink
Silicon circuit
Tampered with in robot's brain
Inventor's life ends
"Sweetness shows presence
Of beryllium," he says.
He omits "It's toxic."
My pet is smiling
(My chromium manticore)
As he leaps at you
Zeus hated Al's golf
Sent bolt to strike head of Al's
Titanium club
Most Creative Haiku: "LRH"
One more souvenir
A collection most esteemed
My fake credit cards
Best Haiku about a Place: "Alli"
Let's go to the moon
There is no gravity there
Good for dance parties
Monday, August 31, 2009
Return of the Haiku Hustle
Dear Reader,
After a 3 year hiatus, it is with great pleasure that we welcome back the Haiku Hustle: A Haiku Invitational and Challenge.
An Invitation
Please (using the Comments section) submit a haiku (a series of haiku, multiple entries, are welcome). Please review the guidelines at the end of this post.
A Challenge
I will award prizes to the best haiku (best = the ones I select for any reason I choose) in the following categories:
(1) Best September Haiku
(2) Most Humorous Haiku
(3) Best Haiku Series (containing at least 3 haiku)
(4) Most Creative Haiku
(5) Best Haiku about a place
- You are welcome to include an introduction or a note along with your haiku to assist in the judging.
Guidelines
1. Entries must be posted as a comment in order to be considered. Multiple comments, posts, submissions may be made.
2. Poems must be in haiku format. They must have 3 lines in 5/7/5 syllabic form. They do not generally rhyme (no extra points for rhyming. In fact, I may dock you points).
3. Poems do not have to be traditional Haiku, but there are awards in that category. Please note that traditional Haiku are minimalist and nature-themed.
4. You do NOT have to know me to make a submission! :)
5. Rated G please.
6. Deadline = Friday, September 11th. Awards will be issued on Monday, September 14th.
I WILL NOT BE POSTING AGAIN UNTIL THE CHALLENGE IS COMPLETE! Good luck!!!
After a 3 year hiatus, it is with great pleasure that we welcome back the Haiku Hustle: A Haiku Invitational and Challenge.
An Invitation
Please (using the Comments section) submit a haiku (a series of haiku, multiple entries, are welcome). Please review the guidelines at the end of this post.
A Challenge
I will award prizes to the best haiku (best = the ones I select for any reason I choose) in the following categories:
(1) Best September Haiku
(2) Most Humorous Haiku
(3) Best Haiku Series (containing at least 3 haiku)
(4) Most Creative Haiku
(5) Best Haiku about a place
- You are welcome to include an introduction or a note along with your haiku to assist in the judging.
Guidelines
1. Entries must be posted as a comment in order to be considered. Multiple comments, posts, submissions may be made.
2. Poems must be in haiku format. They must have 3 lines in 5/7/5 syllabic form. They do not generally rhyme (no extra points for rhyming. In fact, I may dock you points).
3. Poems do not have to be traditional Haiku, but there are awards in that category. Please note that traditional Haiku are minimalist and nature-themed.
4. You do NOT have to know me to make a submission! :)
5. Rated G please.
6. Deadline = Friday, September 11th. Awards will be issued on Monday, September 14th.
I WILL NOT BE POSTING AGAIN UNTIL THE CHALLENGE IS COMPLETE! Good luck!!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
My sister the magnificent!
My sister Laura just turned 30 on Wednesday and is, impressively, a neuropsychologist, mother, and authoress. Seriously. She writes murder mystery parties, and now, apparently murder mystery novels!
In fact, you can read one of her mystery novels on textnovel.com - which is currently in a contest to win something-or-other. In hopes that you'll go read her novel and help her win, I now introduce you to:
Seller of Soles by Laura Lyle...
In fact, you can read one of her mystery novels on textnovel.com - which is currently in a contest to win something-or-other. In hopes that you'll go read her novel and help her win, I now introduce you to:
Seller of Soles by Laura Lyle...Clickitty Clack is the most fashionable shoe shop in San Francisco and November Cole, the owner, enjoys every minute of her success. But when one of her wealthiest clients is murdered for a pair of blood red sandals, November begins to wonder about the mysterious designer who made them. When a second client is killed for a pair of red high heels, the police get involved and November becomes the prime suspect. Who is after the heels and why are they worth killing for?Mmm, shoes and murder in San Francisco... delightful!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The House by Richard Wilbur
Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.
What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow’s walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.
Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea.
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.
What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow’s walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.
Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Stake Mission Rules
My friend Jennifer gave me these rules that her Stake Mission has outlined. I think they pretty much cover all the bases:
- Get up early; go to bed at a reasonable hour
- Offer regular, frequent and fervent prayer
- Engage in daily scripture study
- Write in your journal
- Exercise
- Look the part
- Keep the commandments
- Freely give service
- Go to the temple
- Don't waste time
- Share the gospel
I am toying with the notion of doing a blog post on my attempts to do each of these with consistency. But we all know how that went with the stress busters..
Monday, August 17, 2009
Isaiah 63:7-9
I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the Lord, and the praises of the Lord, according to all that the Lord hath bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
For he said, Surely they are my people: so he was their Saviour.
In all their affliction he was afflicted, in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
For he said, Surely they are my people: so he was their Saviour.
In all their affliction he was afflicted, in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
A special friend!
Dear friends,
Today is my friend Peter's birthday. Let me tell you a few things I love about Peter:
1. Peter is always generous and includes others - he is always nice and friendly to everyone.
2. Peter has a hilarious giggle and is quick to laugh. It's always fun to be with him!
3. Peter fills his life to the brim with good things (okay maybe overflowing, because I don't see him enough...) For instance, right now Peter is acting in community theatre as a cowboy Bo. (hee hee. that's funny to me.)
4. MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL! Peter loves his family. His sister Kate suffers from a condition called hydrocephalus and Peter has organized a fundraising event to raise money for medical research.
Therefore, in honor of Peter's birthday and his amazing sister Kate, I'd like to invite you all to donate to http://teamhydro.org (no donation is too small! AND it's tax deductible, of course). If you do not have the means to donate, I invite you to spread the word! At the very least you can link to this blog post or Peter's web site http://teamhydro.org
Happy Birthday, Peter! I know there is nothing you want more than help for Kate :)
<-- Peter and Kate
Today is my friend Peter's birthday. Let me tell you a few things I love about Peter:
1. Peter is always generous and includes others - he is always nice and friendly to everyone.
2. Peter has a hilarious giggle and is quick to laugh. It's always fun to be with him!
3. Peter fills his life to the brim with good things (okay maybe overflowing, because I don't see him enough...) For instance, right now Peter is acting in community theatre as a cowboy Bo. (hee hee. that's funny to me.)
4. MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL! Peter loves his family. His sister Kate suffers from a condition called hydrocephalus and Peter has organized a fundraising event to raise money for medical research.
Therefore, in honor of Peter's birthday and his amazing sister Kate, I'd like to invite you all to donate to http://teamhydro.org (no donation is too small! AND it's tax deductible, of course). If you do not have the means to donate, I invite you to spread the word! At the very least you can link to this blog post or Peter's web site http://teamhydro.org
Happy Birthday, Peter! I know there is nothing you want more than help for Kate :)
<-- Peter and Kate
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Spiritual Gems of Life by Jordan Cox
You use virtual reality in your lives all the time: video games, computer animations, virtual relationships through the Internet, virtual entertainment through TV and the movies—to name a few of the many forms of virtual reality. However, if you wish to win your bid for eternal life, you will need to put away the virtual reality of your life and develop real relationships and real friendships. You will need to build eternal realities.
These gems sparkle on my dreary plain, and I have discovered them only as I have kept my eyes focused on the Son of God. I have collected them in my collecting bag—my journal. You have your own plain to explore. Unique and beautiful gems are there. I hope you will find them. Remember, keep your eyes toward the Son of God. Pray always in your heart. Look for spiritual parallels. You will see them. At first they will be tiny sparkles scattered upon the plain, but then you will notice that they are really more organized than you thought. I think that one day we will all collectively discover that they are part of an amazing sea of glass hiding under the dusty soil of this earth life. And this sea of glass will tell us all things about the kingdoms we have been living in (see D&C 130:7).
Read the talk here.
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