A Tribute to Mamma Sweet

This is my mom:

Hard to believe, huh?  She barely looks a day past 22.  But 38 years ago last month, she gave birth to Sarah Rupert Wilson (not pictured) and ever since has been wiping butts, making meals and teaching principles.  She has been the epitome of motherly love, so below is a list of 38 memories of my mom.  Let me preface the list with the following acknowledgement:

To understand Mamma Sweet, you have to know that she chose to live the "highest of all callings, that of a wife and a mother in Israel".  Her decision to serve and teach constantly sustains her greatness - which is in direct contrast to those who forgo family to chase a career or some other selfish dream.

The Resurrection of Jesus Christ

I gave a talk last Sunday about the Power and Blessings of the Resurrection. I managed to over-prepare, and ended up blending three different talks last minute. Needless to say - my thoughts were somewhat garbled, and though I managed to explain one or two principles, I left a lot of ideas unmentioned.

 Before my talk, I asked a friend of mine if he'd come along. He told me he'd be in Sacramento all day, but asked if I'd type up my talk. So one of the three preparations was an attempt to type it up. It didn't work very well. My method of speaking doesn't jive well with scripted paragraphs as much as it does bullet points.

So to express a few things I missed from my talk, and to give my friend something typed, I figured I'd mention a few points about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ here. As blogs seem to never die - there are things that I purposely won't mention here, to protect their sacred nature. However, if you're well informed and manage to read this with the aide of the Holy Ghost, I'm sure you'll pick up a lot between the lines.

In Keeping an Empty Cup

So I've been in Roseville, California for the past week or so.  Several interesting things have managed to fill my mind since my arrival.

I met two people out here last week who I randomly started talking to about the gospel.  I don't believe it is any easier to talk about religion in California than it is in Utah, but rather I think I'm so dependent on the people around me now that I've become significantly more friendly.  Ironic it is how one's friendliness is indirectly proportional to the number of friends who surround him.  Perhaps that is why the Lord is constantly pulling us out of our comfort zones?