"...There once was a place where the mountains touched the sky; and the sky touched the ground; where it went on forever ad remained the same shade of blue. In this place the great beaming sun bleached the children's hair white as bumblebees, and where the only song heard was laughter. It was a place that painted pictures in ones mind that would last a lifetime, and the people in the place always remained in their former selves. It was an innocent place, a place that smelled of life after a quick rain, a place that made one strong and tan. It was the security of childhood, it was the never changing home sweet home. It remains that way in my mind. It is as familiar to me as my last name...."
To have such a view of the surroundings of my childhood floor me. It was not easy, and has not been since. There was such a beauty about growing up in Salt Lake City. There were precious things that I took away from the nearness of the mountains and the wildness of the wind whipping through the wheat in the field next to our house. The simplicity our LDS neighbors planting a garden and canning. The deeply rooted concept of making a little something great out of a little nothing. There was something of the grit of this wild place given to me. Now I am returning for a visit to this beloved land. As I've grown there have been times I've ignored its affect on me, but I can never forget...because a still small voice whispers to me about the people living there. I am reminded that on the other side of this beauty is a haunting evil, a skew of thought and perception which has led to a great deception.
I am going to the Manti Miracle pageant. I am going because I love Mormon people. I am not protesting, I am not trying to cause contention. I'm going out of love. I am going because the Lord has shared with me His love, and I want to pass it on. I'm going to share with people that it is finished with Jesus alone! I want to share the small glimpse I've seen of the eternality and glory of the Great and Living one and only God!
I know this could be perceived as far out there or offensive, but I wanted, in all honesty, to state the motivation of my heart.
I know when the plane banks in over those mountains, and I feel the warm and familiar dry breeze on my skin I will inhale and feel the nearness of home in my heart once more. I am a child of this great and wild land, but more so I am a daughter of the Almighty King. He, who wishes to share his mercy, kindness and grace with those who want to know the truth of His heart. The desperate voice of God's love is calling to the people from the Mountains..."I am that I am." the prayer of my heart:
I am going to the Manti Miracle pageant. I am going because I love Mormon people. I am not protesting, I am not trying to cause contention. I'm going out of love. I am going because the Lord has shared with me His love, and I want to pass it on. I'm going to share with people that it is finished with Jesus alone! I want to share the small glimpse I've seen of the eternality and glory of the Great and Living one and only God!
I know this could be perceived as far out there or offensive, but I wanted, in all honesty, to state the motivation of my heart.
I know when the plane banks in over those mountains, and I feel the warm and familiar dry breeze on my skin I will inhale and feel the nearness of home in my heart once more. I am a child of this great and wild land, but more so I am a daughter of the Almighty King. He, who wishes to share his mercy, kindness and grace with those who want to know the truth of His heart. The desperate voice of God's love is calling to the people from the Mountains..."I am that I am." the prayer of my heart:
"The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined."
