MR says: Here is one simple thing that can help those of you struggling with heartbreak better see God in your life today.

I remember several years ago being on a date in Salt Lake City. We passed by a homeless man who asked for money. After the encounter, we had a conversation about the homeless, and some of the things we said sounded like this:

The dream was always the same. I’d find myself lying in the middle of the street in front of our house on Hawthorne Avenue in Pocatello, Idaho. It’s as vivid in my mind today as it was a half century ago when the dream repeated itself on multiple occasions. I was lying facedown, looking up the street (we lived on a hill), while feeling the pavement pressing against my body and hands. At first it was not unpleasant; in fact, the pavement was warm and supportive. But then something alerted me, and I looked to see a car coming down the street directly toward me. I pressed down with my hands so I could get up and run, but my arms were not strong enough to make me move. Frantic, since the car wasn’t slowing, I struggled to crawl out of its way, straining with all the strength in my legs, but they wouldn’t move either. It was as if I was glued to the pavement! The car was getting closer and closer, and I tried to scream, but all that came out was a gurgling sort of strangled sound, certainly not enough to alert the driver. As the car was almost upon me, my heart pounded and the terror was so intense that the panic woke me!

Dear Dave,

Whether you're new in your ward or just haven't quite found your place, here are five simple ways to create connections on your friend-making journey.

Author's Note: This story was originally written and published in April 2016 by the Deseret News. It is republished here in order to provide additional context to this week's episode of the "All In" podcast. Listen by clicking here or in the player below.

My grandfather lived by the motto “Invest your money in memories and not mansions.” He was famous for his last-minute road trips to surprise our family, who lived out of state. “I just happened to be in the neighborhood,” he’d say.

"Mostly Mary and I discover that God doesn’t expect us to just look up for answers and inspiration, but to our left and right. And before her lifetime of wisdom slips by me in the jet stream, I ask permission to take notes."

Years ago, while doing graduate studies in Egypt, I was introduced by an Egyptian friend to a chemistry professor at the University of Cairo. After a pleasant conversation, the professor wondered aloud what an American was doing in Egypt, studying Arabic and Islam. "Are you a Muslim?" he inquired. When I answered that no, I wasn't, he asked, "Why not?" Such a question is, of course, a bit sensitive and difficult for anyone to answer who hopes to avoid offense or argument. So I answered, simply, "I'm a Christian."

My son struggles with viewing pornography.