Keeping safe in Mexico and elsewhere


We are currently in the southernmost point of the Yucatan, Peninsula in Mexico, 30 minutes from the Mexican – Belize border. We’ve been here 3 weeks so far, so inevitably you would think we’ve had some concerns along the way about safety by now, especially since we’re indeed foreigners here.

True. And just for the record, this isn’t our first time abroad. As a family, it’s actually our third country we’ve lived in. Our first was Argentina for 16 years while dad was alive, then the US (my home country) for 6, and now we’ve been in Mexico less than a month.

A situation arose on Friday after we’d had the best boat tour imaginable. Of course, it wouldn’t be the perfect day without something arising to make me as a single mom question our safety while traveling. Here’s what happened: My boys announced they were hungry and upon exiting the boat tour, we saw that the hotel we’d left from had a restaurant in it. There weren’t a lot of people in the place and my little guy just wanted to swim in the pool while my older son and I ate. Shortly after we finished lunch, there was a couple on the table next to us. They smiled and approached us, offering us a beer, which we agreed to. After all, they seemed so nice and everything looked so safe…

Moreover, because we’re fluent in Spanish, we can carry on conversations in the language on just about anything. The first thing Miguel (not his real name) said was that he owned a tequila factory in the state of Oaxaca. Then he said that his girlfriend, who was sitting at the same table, was traveling with him.

He then began to put on the charm and was touching my arm in a way that felt overbearing to me. Then he said that his girlfriend wasn’t really his girlfriend and then that was about the extent of all he could speak in English. Then the conversation quickly turned sexual, informing us that he slept with this girl who wasn’t really his girlfriend and also began to reveal things that I cannot include in this text. Let’s just say that it wasn’t appropriate for sharing with someone he’d just met. And then he invited us to stay at his house in Oaxaca!

The girl didn’t seem interested in the conversation and said they were just friends and that she had two boys who were the same age as my son. That’s when things got really weird. They wanted to exchange contact info and without thinking, I connected us on Facebook. They asked us some questions and it was soon revealed that my older son was a licensed massage therapist. Miguel then threw himself on the floor and expected my son to massage him!

Then, slyly, subtly, the girl asked the restaurant to put on some dance music and wanted to give my son a dance lesson. Things were getting weirder by the moment. Miguel begged me to come out to the pool area with him, which was a request that I declined, because I don’t like being in the sun and I burn easily. He then struck a sexy sunbathing pose, with his swim trunks open to my view. Chivalrous Latin dude was clearly showing off! Too bad for him, I wasn’t in the least interested in Miguel…

I went back into the restaurant and my son and Miguel’s friend who’s a girl, but not his girlfriend, had cornered my older son and was crying some sob story to him. My son didn’t know what to do. Then Miguel came back in and both of them shouted, “Vamos a Tulum!” Translation: “Let’s go to Tulum!” I was taken back. I said there was no way we were going to go to Tulum. We were in charge of five dogs on a pet sitting assignment for a very nice Canadian lady and it wasn’t going to happen…

Then they said, “We’ll just take your son with us!” That’s when this mama bear’s ‘antennas’ perked up. “Oh no, you’re absolutely not taking my son with you to Tulum!’ My mother’s intuition kicked in on overdrive, and it was then that I realized I needed to come up with an exit plan. I called a taxi and announced that it was coming to get us. I said I’d contact them and I grabbed my boys and left. When we got home, we deleted and blocked both those contacts on Facebook.

That night, with all the soberness I could gather, I sat my boys down and explained to them what could have happened earlier that day. Then we came up with a safety phrase in Spanish that would mean to all three of us that someone wasn’t comfortable with the current situation. After all, there is safety in numbers.

The following are 5 ways you might find helpful to keep yourself and your family safe:

  1. Don’t talk (too long and/or get too friendly) with strangers. This is a variation of the typical ‘don’t talk to strangers’ teaching I’d been taught since I was small. But the fact is nowadays people don’t always look like they’re bad news until you’re always wishing you weren’t there and can’t escape. After all, we’re always talking to strangers while traveling and we do want to make friends. But talking too long with strangers can often lead to dangerous situations that may reveal too much sensitive info.

2.  Don’t walk too far apart from each other. My younger son has the tendency to walk far ahead of us and we’ve since changed that. I don’t let him go to the restroom alone (luckily he has an older brother) or go anywhere alone. The buddy system is the best plan anywhere. I repeat, there is safety in numbers!

3. Try to blend in as much as possible. This is another thing that we’re trying to change, and keeping our voices softer rather than our usual loud talk in English will help us not call attention to ourselves. We often need to remind each other of this, until it becomes a habit.

4. Don’t flash your money in public! You’d think people would know this ‘common sense’ rule, but I was surprised to see that when we lived in the Buenos Aires, Argentina area, I once saw a female North American flashing her dollars as if she were playing “Go Fish” in a deck of cards. My Argentine husband and I both agreed that within a few minutes, she’d be a likely candidate to get mugged. That includes using ATMs. Look around and see who’s around you. Don’t ever share an ATM with anyone. I’ve found that where we live in this small town in Mexico, there are two ATMs right next to each other and I don’t want them seeing what I’m doing or how much cash is being withdrawn from the teller.

5.  Follow your intuition / gut. If it looks or feels like a place or situation could be potentially dangerous, get out and soon! Dimly lit streets, stairwells, and non-public places where a predator could hide could be asking for trouble. Don’t even wait until that happens. Just get out asap!

Last of all, have fun while you’re traveling, keeping in mind that Safety comes First!





Pouring Rain in the Mayan Jungle

How do I begin to describe what it was like for my boys and I to go back in time as far as possibly 900 A.D.? Today we did exactly that!

We needed to get out of the sweltering heat of the town where we’re on a house sit for September and get into an air-conditioned mall. We took a taxi from Bacalar, Mexico to Chetumal where we landed just over a week ago, about 30 minutes away. We walked the small mall, ordered some local food and a Subway sandwich just for Dylan and decided there was more to explore than just a Mexican version of something we could see in the US (a mall).

The taxi driver on the way to Chetumal explained that there were some pyramids located just 10 km from town. It had just rained, so I asked my boys if they were up to exploring something from back in time. They thought the idea sounded cooler than ever, and upon finding out that it wasn’t such a large pyramid, I thought that I would also be up to doing something that wouldn’t take the wind out of me. I could handle a mini pyramid, right? After all, I learned that getting up a pyramid isn’t the problem. It’s getting down!

So after visiting the mall, we asked the local taxista (taxi driver) if he’d be willing to take us to the local pyramids. I think the way we communicated in our Argentine Spanish was a bit different from the way the locals communicate in Spanish, and I was beginning to wonder if he didn’t know what we were talking about at all. He agreed to take us, but then the light finally went on in his head. “The ruins! You want me to take you to the ruins?” I asked him what he meant by that and it sounded like the same thing and I said that’s where we wanted to go.

Then my thoughts went wild with fear, “What if he takes us somewhere, drops us off and we can’t find our way back?” All moms have these fears and this was no different. After all, I didn’t want to become a statistic of a foreigner who got lost in the Mayan jungle, died of hunger or a snake bite…

At this point, I was wondering if we should’ve set off on this adventure in the first place. After all, safety first mom! Probing him further, I asked him how the road conditions were and that if we would be able to call a taxi to get back to our town after visiting the ruins. He responded that it wouldn’t be possible. Luckily, my international experience has previously taught me that I needed to think hard and fast. I asked him if he’d be willing to wait for us so we could reach the archeological site, take a few pictures and return. He readily agreed, so we pressed on.

While driving along the Caribbean Sea we could see from the right side of the car, we found out that our taxi driver Alberto was of Mayan descent. I gently pushed him for a local story. Luckily he consented to my wish and we were told that many years ago, when only Mayans lived there, a shipwreck occurred that landed some Spaniards on the shore of that town. Well, that Spaniard fell in love with a Mayan girl and decided he wasn’t going back. Just like us, he’d fallen in love with the kindness of the Mayan people, learned the language and declared himself a Mayan. After several years, the word got back to the Spaniards and they later killed him for treason.

When we arrived, I noticed that the last group of visitors was just leaving. We were given two sets of brochures (in English and Spanish) and we proceeded toward the entrance that would lead us to the Mayan jungle.

As we walked towards the site, a light rain began to fall and it awakened our senses. In March, Dylan and I had been to DisneyWorld’s Animal Kingdom, but this wasn’t a fabricated jungle; this was the real deal! As Dylan made a video of us walking, loud thunder resounded and the rain started falling in larger volumes.

Then we saw it. The Mayan ruins, consisting of a small pyramid and two other structures in an area containing a lot of trees that provided shade. It was as if the rain was just waiting for the thunder to give it permission to start. We took the first picture and then saw a talapa (grass hut) we could run to for shelter. Upon arriving there, we saw a skeleton inside. My boys went crazy! “Look at this skeleton, mom! How old do you think it is?” I knew absolutely nothing about skeletons, bones or the like, but this guy had perfect teeth:)

The rain poured down incessantly. I contemplated that there were just three of us with these beautiful 900 A.D. ruins all to ourselves, with pouring rain to intensify our senses. We were transported back in time. I told the boys, “Take in this moment as one of the most unforgettable ones of your lives! Can you just imagine the people living here, working to build these structures that would last for thousands of years?”

Upon realizing that the rain wasn’t going to let up for a while and since Alberto the taxista was waiting for us back at the entrance, we decided to venture back. Dylan started singing, “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain!” I wanted to dance in it and never leave if I didn’t have to.

We reached the trail entrance again and found Alberto waiting for us with a smile on his face. We were soaked to the core, but happy and invigorated, having traveled in time back to a place where time had forgotten. It was a privileged and sacred moment, one that I hope to never forget as long as we live…

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Swimming in a postcard

As a family, we have been fortunate enough to land a one-month house / pet-sitting job in a beautiful southern Mexico town on the Mexico / Belize border. This place is little known internationally, but the Mexicans and Belize locals are very familiar with this “real Mexico” place that rivals any South Pacific destination, and it has been so amazing!

You see, upon learning that as Americans we could travel full-time much more affordably than staying in the US, I as a newly single mom made the executive decision to take my two boys on the adventure of a lifetime. We had hit a time in our lives where all three of us felt like our lives were meaningless, stuck and that we were all in a rut. That needed to change! All I needed to figure out was the logistics and make it happen. So I took action and just over a week ago we headed to the closest foreign neighbor south of the border: Mexico.

Yesterday one of my sons wanted to stay home and just watch a movie, so with my other son by my side, we decided we’d head to the lagoon to take a swim. Having been here over a week now, we’ve gotten into a regular routine of waking up, feeding the five dogs we’re in charge of and then going to get our morning breakfast at a local restaurant just one block away. My younger son attends his online school and then we spend the afternoon exploring Laguna Bacalar (Bacalar Lagoon) or Cenote Azul.

It turns out that we unknowingly came during the hottest time of the year, which a local taxi driver informed us of upon inquiring if the weather was always this sweltering. Thus, our daily swim keeps us from melting away in the hot temperatures of the Yucatan Peninsula that are very different from our native state of Utah in the United States.

We walked the long plank that had been covered in blue carpet, in preparation for this weekend’s triathlon. It felt no different than a red carpet and we felt like VIPs as we counted, “Five, four, three, two, one, jump!” Immersed in the Lagoon of Seven Colors, I looked around and saw that everywhere I looked was a piece of paradise. I contemplated my blessings of being able to travel the world with my two sons.

And then I declared the following: “Look how beautiful this place is. We’re literally swimming inside a postcard!”

It’s amazing to me that on a such a low budget, we are able to be blessed to travel around the world and have the life we’ve never imagined we would. It’s a dream come true…

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The Impossible Gospel of Mormonism (from a woman’s point of view)

The Girl in a Whirl

Look at me, look at me, look at me now!
You could do what I do if you only knew how.
I study the scriptures one hour each day;
I bake, I upholster, I scrub, and I pray.
I always keep all the commandments completely;
I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.
I help in their classrooms! I sew all they wear!
I drive them to practice! I cut all their hair!
I memorize names of the General Authorities;
I focus on things to be done by priorities.
I play the piano! I bless with my talents!
My toilets all sparkle! My checkbooks all balance!
Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;
I attend all my meetings (on time! Never late!)
I’m taking a class on the teachings of Paul,
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all.
I track my bad habits ’til each is abolished;
Our t-shirts are ironed! My toenails are polished!
Our family home evenings are always delightful;
The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.
I do genealogy faithfully, too. It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;
I know all the names of each youth in my stake!
I read to my children! I help all my neighbors!
I bless the community, too, with my labors.
I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;
My visiting teaching is done the first day!
(I also go do it for someone who missed hers.
It’s the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)
I chart resolutions and check off each goal;
I seek each “lost lamb” on my Primary roll.
I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all.
I write in my journal! I sing in the choir!
Each day, I write “thank you’s” to those I admire.
My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!
My kids get straight A’s! And their bedrooms are clean!
I have a home business to help make some money;
I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.
I go to the temple at least once a week;
I change the car’s tires! I fix the sink’s leak!
I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;
I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.
I make sure I rotate our two-years’ supply;
My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
These things are not hard; It’s good if you do them;
You can if you try! Just set goals and pursue them!
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!
It’s easy!” she said ?and then she dropped dead.

As a former Mormon woman, I was completely exhausted, almost to the point of death, as the poem states. I so get the meaning here of what it feels like to try to live up to the expectations of others and what Mormonism teaches its women to do. It didn’t help that I had a perfectionist personality to begin with and it was all about living up to appearances. After all, I needed to avoid the ‘appearance’ of evil and everything had to be ‘perfect’!

Little did I know that the system that I had been born into, which was legalism, didn’t produce the ‘perfect’ woman who would be rendered ‘worthy’ to live in God’s presence. The Old Testament proves how this system of laws, rules and regulations (what not to do’s) exhausted the people and produced a series of people who believed they were better than the rest (the Pharisees, for example). After all, they were the ones who understood the law and were more learned; the special ones who ‘deserved’ to be saved, right?

And guess what? God allowed it. He absolutely allowed it, so He could teach the people that they weren’t able to keep up with the impossible demand for perfection, and that THEY NEEDED A SAVIOR! Because let’s face it and I’ll be absolutely transparent and honest here: If I had to rely on my own works, I wasn’t going to make it. Not gonna happen! It wasn’t ever going to be enough.

Coming from a gospel that was based on works and ‘all that we can do’, to a grace gospel, was a huge paradigm shift for me. To learn that it wasn’t because I all that I had done, rather because of who He is and what He has done, put everything in perspective. Could it be that easy? Did that mean that I now didn’t need to do anything? Not at all, but it changed the focus from me, which was a narcissist type of mentality (me, me, me!) onto Jesus and the gratitude I feel for Him having done His works, for ME. Amazing!

Finally, if you’re an LDS woman reading this, this talk is for you: Talking to the LDS Woman, by Becky Walker

What’s In A Name

From Out of The Veil...

I imagine there’s a high probability of people that may or may not know why I chose the name “Alma” as the name to use here. So allow me to quickly explain.

In the LDS temples you go through a series of rites and ordinances. One of those is receiving a NEW name that you can’t disclose to anyone other than in a special place in the temple, which I will be explaining about later. Well when I went through for the first time, I was given the name Alma.

Alma also is the name of one of the “Prophets” in the Book of Mormon. I’d even go on to say one of the more lengthy sections, which is ironic because I can talk forever and ever. But I chose this name, as someone who has walked away from the church; I can now do whatever I want with the…

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The Great Escape…

From Out of The Veil...

For 6 years prior to this I was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I haven’t been active in the LDS church for almost two years, but I do consider myself a follower of Christ and a Christian. My journey of faith has been quite an interesting one. This is the first time I’ve publically acknowledged this. That I’m no longer a Mormon. I’m literally just telling my story and my feelings on this site. I still know quite a few people in the church. I will changing up names of those in my stories to protect their identities.
For those reasons, at least for now I’ll be going under the name of Alma, which also happens to have key significance that I’ll be detailing in my next post. So here’s my story…
I’m a firm believer in just being a good person. The world’s…

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My Faith Transition from Mormonism to Biblical Christianity (Part 9: Truth)

As I am becoming more solid in my relationship with Jesus, I’m being called upon to tell my story, AKA my truth. And it’s not easy doing this!

I’ve done two different interviews so far, telling how God pulled me out of my former  fundamentalist religious system and brought me to Him. And to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t something I was seeking when it happened… But I’m convinced that God has a plan for each of us and that I worship a reckless God who takes us on a crazy journey that is never what we expected. Here’s a Christian song called “Reckless Love” that touches on that very subject:

I also find it interesting that as I share my truth, I find that some people are completely uncomfortable and feel threatened by my newfound joy. Their tendency seems to be to attack the messenger, rather than question WHY things happened the way they did. This is likely due to lack of understanding and the fear of the unknown. After all, they couldn’t be wrong in their beliefs, could they?

But what if the very thing you believed in all your life that you accepted as truth turned out to not be truth after all? At some point in our lives, we need to be willing to question what we’ve been taught and think “What if”, and open our minds to other teachings that may rock our world for a while, since as an LDS apostle once stated, “If we have the truth, it cannot be harmed by investigation. If we have not the truth, it ought to be harmed.”
-J. Reuben Clark.

After all, if you were part of an organization that taught false teachings, wouldn’t you want to know? Isn’t the truth ultimately more important that sticking to something that doesn’t, for example, follow Biblical teachings? As I began my quest for truth, finding truth meant everything to me, but this is what I’ve found:

  • Truth divides and quoting from this same article, “When real truth is revealed, man has basically three choices. He can accept it, ignore it, or oppose it. The truth about God and His word are the most important truths revealed to mankind, ever! You and I are among those who have chosen wisely. We have decided to believe and accept God, His Son, and His word.”
  • Truth will set you free but until that happens, guess what an anonymous person said? “The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off.” Discovering truth is painful sometimes. It’s certainly been that way for me.

In an effort to tell my truth, I’m posting my recent interviews here below, so  you can see how I indeed have struggled to find truth. May you find strength to follow your truth, because it’s so worth finding!


My Faith Transition from Mormonism to Biblical Christianity (Part 8: Leaving Religion for a Relationship with Jesus Christ)

This past Sunday I went with my children to my small church ( located in Brigham City, Utah. I’ve attended a few local congregations in the area, but I like this one the best due to the pure nondenominational Bible teachings found there. The first time I stepped into this church was on November 1, 2017. I walked in the front door and was greeted by the most loving people I had ever met.

Moreover, I felt overdressed, having come from Mormonism where one was expected to wear one’s best apparel on Sunday. I often remember not feeling ‘worthy’ to be among members of my own congregation, since I didn’t have good enough clothes to wear. After all, I was worried that if I weren’t dressed well enough, I wouldn’t be accepted among my people.

What I saw that Sunday fully impacted my impression of what it must’ve been like to be on the earth when Christ was here. He walked among sinners like me, undesirables, even among the lower echelons of society. This congregation was filled with people who weren’t pretentious about their appearance. There was no shunning due to how the people were dressed; there was no judgment, only love and acceptance. It seemed to strike me as a ‘come as you are or don’t come at all’ type of reunion. And as the worship team led everyone in musical praise, I looked around and saw people truly wanting to give thanks to Jesus for all His blessings. And the music was absolutely beautiful and joyful!

The most surprising thing to me was to find was this: about 50% of the congregation in that small conservative Utah town had come from Mormonism, just like me. I was warmly welcomed and started hearing the stories of how each of them had left religion for a relationship with Jesus. Wow, that was revolutionary for me! I needed to learn what that meant.

Just days before, I had been introduced to a new friend named Carolyn. Our first conversation was one that I’ll never forget. She described how she and Jesus had this absolutely fabulous relationship. She spoke as if she knew Him personally and bragged about the things He had done for her. Many years earlier, she had left Mormonism, gone through a painful divorce, then went agnostic for several years. She went on to tell me how one day she had found herself face-down on the bathroom floor and she cried out to God, asking Him to show Himself to her. He not only showed up, but became the biggest part of her life. I had never ever in my life heard someone talk about another person like Carolyn did. She actually knew Him. I wanted what she had, a personal and intimate relationship with Jesus.

I have a long ways to go before I get to the point where I have that kind of relationship with Him, but I am striving to get there. I am learning what the Gospel of Grace is and that, as Ephesians 2: 8-9 states, we are saved by His grace, and not by anything we can do. It’s about who He is, not who we are. I was taught my whole life that I needed to earn His love and my salvation. I now know differently and know that it is finished in Him:






My Faith Transition from Mormonism to Biblical Christianity (Part 7: God has a sense of humor when it comes to me)

My life has to be much different than most people I know around me. Not only has there rarely been a dull moment, but when things get to be routine, it doesn’t last very long and soon there is a new adventure to look forward to.

At this point, it’s only been about 8 months since I officially attended my first Christian congregation in the small northern town of Brigham City, Utah. After all, I’ll never forget my first Sunday, one that would normally be a “fast Sunday” in Mormonism, where we abstain from food and drink to fulfill a purpose in which we need extra help from God, along with prayer. This nondenominational congregation was different from the beginning. Instead of fasting, we would all bring something to share (potluck) on the first Sunday of the month. This was a big change to me.

But now that I’m becoming more solidified in my new faith, I’m finding that God cannot wait one more minute to call upon me to testify of Him. Frankly speaking, it never ceases to amaze me! And I’m finding that in most cases, except for extremely prideful types, I’m able to boldly declare that I’m not ashamed of the true Gospel of Jesus Christ. Yesterday was no exception. And I’m always surprised at the outcomes and how I’m guided to bear witness in sometimes shocking ways.

My boys and I are planning on moving to Mexico soon, and since my younger son Dylan has forgotten his Spanish, I thought it would be good for us to attend a Spanish-speaking service at Alpine Church in Logan. Well, Dylan wasn’t into it as far as the sermon went, but he did enjoy the joyful music. However, Alan and I enjoyed the service. But just before we were pulling into the church parking lot, I saw that my friend Diana was trying to call me. If I took her call, we’d be even more late for the service than we already were. I would call her back as soon as the service was over.

I did call her back and was surprised that she was inviting me to go to the temple with her next Tuesday. So far I had avoided this subject of my faith transition. However, I took a deep breath and decided that it was time to tell her the truth. This is what I posted in a Facebook group called “Ex-Mormon Christians”, consisting of mostly former Mormons who have converted to Christianity:

So, boy do I have a story to tell ya’ll tonight!

So, I grew up with the Monsons, meaning Thomas S. Monson’s brother and his wife.

His wife just called me and invited me to go with her to the temple this Tuesday. I said, “You know what? I can’t go because I don’t have a temple recommend. I’m a heathen. Well, actually, I’m not a heathen, I’m a Jane Mormon. Well, actually, I’m not a Jane Mormon either. I’m a Christian.”

And then I knew things would get super awkward…

There was a pause and she said, “You’re joking!” I told her I wasn’t and that I had left the Church and I was a Christian now and that I was much happier now and had a personal relationship with Jesus Christ now…”

A longer pause followed with, “But you’re just kidding! You went on a mission and everything!” I told her I wasn’t kidding, but that it was true and I was just returning from our Christian service in Spanish, to get us used to Spanish again.”

“Does your husband know you’ve left the Church? Did he leave too?” Me: “Yes, he knows, but he’s just inactive and hasn’t followed me over.” “Do your siblings know about this?” I replied, “Yes, they know.” She asked, “What did your sister say?” I said, “I emailed her and told her I was leaving the Church.” “What did she say?” I told her that and we haven’t spoken since I informed her I was leaving, last year.

I may have put someone in the hospital tonight, the former prophet’s sister-in-law…. She said she was so much in shock and couldn’t believe it. Then she said she’d take someone else to the temple on Tuesday and that she’d call me on Wednesday….

Then she couldn’t wait to get off the phone. Should I be calling 911 to rescue her? I think I sent her into full-out cardiac arrest… There is no easy way to tell people you love, is there?

Prayers have just been suggested by [a member of this group]. Can we all pray for the Monson family please?


The comments that followed in this group have been delightful, amusing and some people have simply enjoyed hearing about how the sister-in-law of our former prophet who just passed away this past year, is getting ministered to by a former Mormon turned Christian. Most of all, these people are praying for us and I KNOW THAT PRAYERS WORK!

Life is interesting, and Christian life gets even more interesting. It is never what we expect, but here it is. God most definitely has a sense of humor and He’s using me for His purposes. What an amazing ride it’s been so far!