The Power of Home
The word “home” evokes so many tender memories for me. My mother making popcorn balls for Family Home Evening. My parents sitting there smiling broadly as their children put on incredibly bad plays. My mother patiently teaching me how to read, write, and play the piano. My mother reading to us nightly, first from a book of fiction and then from the Holy Scriptures, always in that order. I recall standing at the yearly ward Spring Sing and living out my mother’s dream of a family band as we merrily sang, “. . . two humpty back camels and chimpanzees.” … Continue reading