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Born in 1822 to former slaves, Jane Elizabeth Manning was baptized in 1842 into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, which brought her great reproach. This was the beginning of many trials for Jane as a convert of African descent.
My 2-year-old had been battling a chest cold for a few days, and the back-to-back sleepless nights were really taking a toll on me. The brain fog was very real, my eyes burned, and my limbs throbbed with exhaustion. I yearned for rest, but sleep eluded me. I just had too much on my mind. I am a chronic worrier, you see, and I couldn’t kick the anxiety I was feeling. Then, for whatever reason, I thought about a nearly empty photo box on a shelf in my closet.
I’ve been married for 10,000 hours, which makes me an expert.
The Holy Ghost will give us very specific guidance if we will hear and act upon it. One woman tells of a personal commandment, or prompting, that she felt compelled to obey:
One day I was visiting with a faithful couple who had tried for several years to conceive a child but who had been unsuccessful. Over those years, they had spent countless hours together with doctors and in prayer. They had already been given many blessings, but they asked if I would be willing to assist in giving the wife another. I felt impressed to fulfill that request.
A young LDS woman drove down from Salt Lake City a short time ago to see me. I had recently spoken in her stake on marriage, and she came, she said, to thank me for telling a particular story. She said it triggered the transition from her decision to divorce to her decision to stay married. You may have heard the story before. It is called "Acres of Diamonds."
Thirty seconds. That’s it. Thirty seconds, one time a week. For six years. And unless you get called to serve with the Young Women later, you never think about the theme again. Yet I’d be willing to bet that if you grew up with this weekly regimen, or heard it repeated by the girls in your family, it’s still there, deep inside, and if you had it memorized, you could repeat it word for word right now. I’d also be willing to bet that if you did have it memorized growing up, you silently repeated it right now, just to see if you still had it.
S. Michael Wilcox has one memory of his father prior to his parents’ divorce: he is very young and sits atop his father’s shoulder in an amusement park.
On June 1, 1801, Brigham Young was born in Whittingham, Widdham County, Vermont. At the same time, approximately 900 miles southwest of Whittingham, four-year-old Elisha Hurd Groves was growing up on a farm in Madison, Kentucky. No one could guess at the time the succession of events that would bring these two men together as they fled their homes and journeyed halfway across the country.
“Family has meant everything to me. My greatest joys and, yes, deepest worries and sorrows, have come from my family.”