One night as I was going to sleep all alone in my room, I heard something making a mysterious noise in the cistern. I was frightened. For several nights I got my mom, and then my dad, to come and listen to see if they could hear anything strange. But neither could hear anything unusual—nor could I at those times. After several days (and a large amount of teasing from my brother about my imagination) I coaxed my grandma, who was living with us at the time, to come into my bedroom and sit on my bed with me for quite some time. She tried to comfort me by telling me after quite a lengthy period that she thought she could hear something in the cistern. But at that time, I couldn’t hear the scary sound, and besides, Grandma was very hard of hearing, so that was not much comfort to me. My concern persisted. I knew I had heard something. Just because no one else could hear the sound did not change what I knew I had heard.

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If you were watching general conference this Sunday morning, your heart probably melted as you watched President Monson’s physical strength begin to fail on him in front of the entire Church. He started strong, and then all of the sudden it was as if an entire lifetime of church service came crashing down onto his shoulders.

Growing up, the rule was simple: once you're a teenager, you're no longer allowed to go trick-or-treating. Not as simple was enforcing that rule.

At 102 years old, Erma Rosenhan still works hard preparing family history names for temple work. Over the past century, Rosenhan has prepared more than 400,000 of her German ancestors' names, according to the Deseret News.

Imagine being a child with a condition where you are as fragile as a butterfly's wings. On the outside, physical wounds prevent you from normal daily activities enjoyed by other children. Yet on the inside, your dreams are the same as any other child who loves, plays, learns and grows despite the pain and impediment caused by your condition. This is what Jamie Hartley, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints from Alpine, went through during her childhood, and she continues to live with her condition.