
Because of Jesus Christ, no matter how bad things are right now, your best days are ahead.
— Emily Belle Freeman
On the way back from Provo with April and Jacob I tried valiantly to snatch a couple of pictures of the Provo Rock Canyon Temple construction site. You need to be impressed with these photos because I totally took them over my own head and behind my back as we drove past. Quite a feat, I’ll tell you.
I remember back when I was about 10 years old, living in Los Angeles and my mom read in the Church News that they had just finished building the Provo temple, in Utah. She was really happy because now when we came to visit my grandma and grandpa in the summertime we could go see the temple any time we wanted. Before, the closest temple was in Salt Lake City–about 50 miles away.
Well, that was 57 years ago and it was apparently about time to renovate the old, outdated temple and make it new and beautiful. I wish that would work with people. Haha. It surprised me that it was grey and rather dull, but April said that it would be white and gorgeous when they were finished.
We’ll probably be able to see it from the freeway, all shiny and lit up at night. It’s going to be positively majestic.
I can easily see why we call it the House of the Lord.
We are so blessed.
My boy Dane and his boy Merrick went on a road trip to Fayetteville, Arkansas.
They camped a bit on the road and had a lovely time.
Even had a little rain. But who’s afraid of a little rain–right?
Ummmmm….until it changes to a bunch of this nasty looking stuff and we get this text from Dane:
Next I get a scary, very emotional call from Kortney, at home, saying that the guys are in the hotel and the sirens are blaring, the power is off and they’ve been evacuated to a lower hallway. They are crouched on the floor, in the dark with their heads against the wall…praying.
Sent the message out to the ENTIRE family to please, PLEASE, PRAY!
We watched the weather service and it was not looking good. They were expecting the tornado to rip the roof off of the hotel.
Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying.
Dane is comforting his terrified 7 year old saying, “Be brave, Merrick. Heavenly Father will protect us.”
Then, the miracle happened.
The weatherman said, “Well, would you look at that?! Sometimes a tornado will take a sharp turn and go the other way, for no reason at all. We call that a hook.”
A hook that completely went around Fayetteville.
We call that...a miracle.
Our boys are safe.
Thank you Heavenly Father for being so good to us.
Prayers work.