Paris is not a Mormon and plays a non-Mormon teenager while Kaley is not a Mormon and plays a Mormon teenager in the upcoming film, Once I Was a Beehive (in theaters August 14th). On the other hand, I’m a self-described “super Mormon-y Mom” who plays a super Mormon-y woman in the film. But even though we come from different backgrounds, we all learned something from coming together to make a movie. And we’re all excited about sharing it with the world.

Some of us devote our lives to doing everything the instruction book outlines and then consider good feelings our right. And then we are angry when peace does not accompany our accomplishment. We may become exhausted from the effort, and still we do not have a feeling of well-being. We feel we have done our part and have been cheated.

The history of Rome spans more than 2,500 years. Ancient writers and poets described it as “The Eternal City,” or la Città Eterna, and it continues to live up to its name as one of the longest-enduring cities in the world. This March, many of Rome’s visitors will be Latter-day Saints gathering for the dedication of the first house of the Lord in Italy. This temple is the result of an untold number of prayers, struggles, and miracles—a symbolic victory of ancient and modern Christianity.



It is a difficult thing to compare ourselves to the greatness of someone like Joseph Smith. He was a man with little formal education who accomplished things of such importance in his short lifetime that it boggles the mind. Yet, if we are commanded to follow the example of the Savior of the world, surely we can liken lessons learned from the Prophet Joseph’s life to our own. Let’s look what President Hunter says about Joseph Smith and see how we can apply some of those same attributes in our lives.

LDS Living sat down with Noelle to find out what ignites her champion’s spirit and drive to persevere. Read on to see why she wouldn’t trade her accident for anything, why she wears her Young Women medallion “at all times, and in all things, and in all places,” and why her beloved family is worth their weight in silver.

What if instead of simply reading about the tree of life, you could walk the strait and narrow path? Look toward the great and spacious building from the perspective of those holding to the Rod of Iron? Stand with Lehi and modern-day youth at the tree of life?

The wave of support for racial justice following the senseless murders of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, and George Floyd, after countless others, has been encouraging. Moved by recent events, we wonder what more we can do to keep our baptismal covenant “to mourn with those that mourn.”1

Smoke billowed out of temple patron housing in Santo Domingo, and we watched helplessly as missionaries who had been evacuated from 40 different missions poured into the parking lot.

Part of the information sent to prospective missionaries is a list of needed clothing, supplies, and incidentals. The Missionary Department is appropriately concerned that missionaries arrive in the field properly equipped for the service they are expected to render. I remember receiving my list in 1965 and I have been with my eight missionary children as they received theirs. My children have generally requested a new suitcase, although we have convinced most of them that such an expenditure is not necessary. We have a nice selection available. Then the shopping begins, as they scour the city for the things they will require for the time of their service in Santiago or New York or Las Palmas or San Salvador or Salvador or Carlsbad or Añasco or White River. My bank account has ached with the abuse it has taken. My Mastercard has been swiped so many times it nearly set my pants on fire.