Possibly Insightful Ramblings

Everything changed that day. As I reached for my fiancé’s hand at the Payson, Utah temple and we were pronounced husband and wife, eternity shifted. The heavens had touched the earth and made a new family. From that moment on, everything in my life would be different, cast in a new light, imbued with a new meaning, fitted with a renewed sense of purpose. The ensuing revolution around the sun Bryce and I have taken together has been the best year of my life. It’s been filled with joy, beauty, loss, heartache, fulfilled dreams, renewed hopes, and miracles beyond what I could have imagined. We’ve lived in two states, traveled to 19 states and Canada, held five different church callings between the two of us, earned two more college degrees, and learned an incredible amount about love, sacrifice, and miracles. Those miracles of the Lord have attended us in our journey, from the most mundane to the most heartbreaking of situations. We have seen the God of heaven smile down upon...

I stand with the millions of Americans who are concerned about the recent executive order banning refugees from seven countries from entering American borders.  I do not pretend to be well-versed in politics, international relations, or national security, and I can offer no long-term solutions to questions of immigration or welcoming refugees. But I am a concerned citizen with a strong sense of morality and human compassion, and I write to encourage you to consider the recent executive order not merely in light of what is politically best, but to also take into consideration the dictates of genuine human feeling. It has been my privilege over the past several months to work with a sweet family from the Middle East. Their story is similar to that of so many, and they have moved from country to country in the Middle East before finally reaching the safe and welcoming shores of America. It has been unspeakably difficult for them, yet they are seeking to build a new life in this c...

We unlocked the door of the small basement nestled between several elegant churches and the University of Pittsburgh campus. A waft of curry struck our noses as we entered the echoing white rooms we would call home. Our first home together, in fact. We’d left behind everything we’d been accustomed to before—our family and friends, every state we’d ever called home, and our designation as single people. A mere one week married, we were embarking on our lives together in a foreign city. That was nine weeks ago. As Bryce observed yesterday, we’ve spent nine times more of our married lives in Pittsburgh than anywhere else. We’ve grown to love this city. After a few weeks, the curry smell even dissipated from the apartment. And, while we were less than fond of Pittsburgh traffic and roads that caused more than their fair share of adrenaline rushes, we at least now will always be grateful for the traffic patterns in good old Charlottesville. We never thought we’d call Pittsburgh hom...

I climbed out of bed that chilly December morning of 2010, feeling the weight of a rigorous semester slipping from my shoulder. Finals were over. Bring on Christmas break! This joyful occasion however, was darkened by the shocking rumors I began to hear almost as soon as I left my room: "The tabernacle burned down last night." "There was a fire, and the tabernacle was destroyed." As I completed my textbook sell-back and wandered around campus finishing my end-of-semester tasks, I was shocked and sad. I had stood in that very building just a week prior, listening to a Christmas concert with my family. The tabernacle couldn’t have burned down! Google searches and more conversations, however, confirmed these rumors. The building was destroyed. As my dad drove me home along University Avenue, I glimpsed the charred and still-smoking remains of Provo's beloved tabernacle. I could hardly believe that the place where I had spent numerous hours with my family ...

It’s Christmas Eve again. That night of nights—that magical series of moments when it seems like the world holds still to remember. A pause. A breath. A moment of holy respite that transcends the clamor and bustle that otherwise fill our lives. A moment when heaven seems to reach down and touch the earth as it did that night so long ago in Bethlehem. Tonight, I join in that silent sense of awe and wonder. My heart joins with the thousands of others who contemplate the boundless goodness of our God in sending his Son as a Babe to walk our mortal journey. I stand in awe of that holiest of gifts—the Gift that not only came to the Holy Land millennia ago, but is likewise efficacious in our lives today. As I contemplate the countless ways in which that Gift has blessed my life over the past several months, I am humbled by the grace and mercy and love of God evidence in the miracles I have seen. I have felt the transcendent love of God for His children.  I have seen Him send comfort...

As a teenager, trying to figure out my place in the world and how to handle my life, I affixed to my bedroom door a small blue sticky note with the words, “Be kind—everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” [i] scrawled across it. Amidst my own insecurities, I sensed that the kids I interacted with at school were likewise struggling to find their place, to discover their purpose and their plan. They were fighting battles just as real and significant as the ones I was facing. Perhaps their struggles were different than mine. Some trials were more visible than others. Some seemed completely foreign to me, while others I related to perfectly. But everybody was going through something. And I wanted to be a support, not someone who contributed to the pain. Now, I won’t say that I perfectly lived up to the mantra that sent me off to school each morning. Because I didn’t. But that principle has proven to be a rock in my life as I have grown and continued to face my own challenges. And as ...

After months of preparation and countless hours of practice, more than 13,000 youth from the 27 stakes of the Payson, Utah temple district joined together to put on an inspiring cultural celebration this evening. I was excited to have the opportunity to watch my younger brother participate as a member of the brass band. We were all maybe just a little too excited to get into the stadium. This is about 15 minutes after the gates opened., and nearly 2 hours before the performance was scheduled to begin. Essentially every seat in the west stands was taken. As we all then began the nearly two-hour wait for the performance to start however, we started to feel some raindrops. And then some more. And then some hail. And pretty soon, we were soaked. But collecting hailstones was nonetheless entertaining. This picture doesn't quite capture it, but we were just a little bit wet. After a while of sitting out in the downpour, we were told the performance had been suspended unti...