Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Where is home...?

When your heart longs for home…



Have you ever fallen in love with other places and peoples? Have you ever felt so much ache to see them again you don’t feel you can stand it? Have you ever been so lost in knowing where the “right place” for you is? 

For those who have lived in various places or have made many connections I am sure you know the heartache of yearning for home. A couple months ago I went on a very very quick trip to Florida. It was a refreshing trip but also a heartbreaking trip. As I saw the old places and faces of those I love so dearly, my heart broke and I found myself in a lowly depressive state. I started to wonder if I had made the right choice to go back to Colorado. Then I thought of Colorado and the other places and faces I have learned to love with so much of my heart. My heartache continued and I felt a hopelessness and longing to know what home really is for me in my future. I felt an aching to hug those I missed, and an unbelievable guilt for my very bad communication skills. As I continued in dark thinking I wondered if maybe it would have been better to not have had these connections and adventures, then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to leave them. 

Lightbulb:

However, like all dark moments when we have the Lord on our side he will not allow us to reside there long, when we choose to turn to him. That is what I did… I went to the Latter Day Saint Temple in Orlando. As I sat outside pacing and pondering these questions and thoughts I pleaded to my Father for answers and understanding… These are some some nuggets I received… (Light really does come to us in the dark moments!)

Gratitude: 

First I received the humbling prompt to just be grateful. I have had so many incredible experiences and I have been touched by so many wonderful lives. I should be finding great treasures of gratitude for these priceless moments and relationships. Funny, because gratitude is something I am trying harder to work on right now. 

Broken Heart: 


The next item of teaching I received was about conversion of the heart. We are asked to be fully converted and give our whole selves to God, our whole heart. What sort of heart does he want? Well, he doesn't want much, in the scriptures he asks for a broken heart and a contrite spirit, to go along with that broken heart. For me a broken heart doesn’t mean a lot of break ups haha… I have learned in many real, and very painful ways, that a broken heart is a heart that has shown love and charity for all around. Someone with a broken heart has shown true love for God by serving others. Someone with a broken heart has spread their heart to others. A person with a broken heart has taken the adventures to new places the Lord has sent them and has left their heart behind in little ways to better those places and peoples. So as the journey goes and the Lord asks for that person's heart he is given a broken one. The beauty is the Lord fixes the broken heart and I think that we get to keep the pieces of other hearts we have gathered along the way. I think it is a beautiful concept, painful, but beautiful. 

This is not really actually home: 

Next revelation... Solve the dilemma, where is home? I mentioned my aching in missing Florida, and of course Virginia, and Brazil and every other place that has touched me. I miss the people and wish they were all right here with me always. Sometimes I don’t know where I want to be, I know I am supposed to be in Colorado right now but I feel so torn in so many places. Here is my thoughts on that. That is also how it is supposed to be. First off I think that is part of the broken heart aspect. BUT the big reason is that we are not home! This mortal existence is a time spent away from our true home. I firmly believe that we lived with God before this life and that we are here to learn, and to grow, and one day return to him. Maybe I feel this right now because I am supposed to not feel comfortable because I am not home yet. I guess that is why I feel almost “at home” at the temple. We are not here on earth to be completely “comfortable” we are here to grow. There is limited growth in the “comfort zone.” 

Home is where your hear is:


This is where things come in full circle with a big bang of hope and JOY! So here is where we answer those questions above. This is where I felt the biggest comfort. There can be a feeling of home here and that is when we continually work on that relationship with Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost. We have to take that broken heart that we have worked so hard on and give it over to them. There lies our hearts, and there lies home. When we turn our will to the Father’s will we will find that we are not alone and that we always have a home. All is part of the plan and all is part of the ultimate journey back home! 

Thanks for reading,

Hope you have a magical day! 

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Any John Wayne Left in this Town?


I am in love with a man, no, a legend! I love John Wayne, even my truck is named John Wayne. I have a life size John Wayne cutout in my living room. I have seen almost every John Wayne movie. I own most of the books written about him, when Christmas rolls around my friends buy me new John Wayne books and movies. I am pretty sure that I would marry him if I could and, well, if he was a little younger and still alive, but we don’t need to discuss that right now. My friends joke and poke fun at my admiration for him, but I think few of them know why I love this icon of Hollywood history. To me, John Wayne embodies the true American sprit. He also embodies the qualities of a real man, qualities I fear are dying out in our modern day world. Everything I read about him indicates that he was an incredibly hard working, strong, individual who was also very gentle, and a great father. The more I continue on the adventurous search of a modern day YSA for her eternal companion, the more I hope for a John Wayne-like character to remind me that chivalry lives on and that men and women are equally vital in our world and in eternity. 

As I thought about my love for John Wayne I went back to the very beginning when we would watch his films as a family. To be quite honest this romance of a legend did not start out with the admiration I demonstrated previously. In fact, as a child, I found his films rather boring and dull. I remember as a small child I would sit with my daddy all excited for family movie time. He would often pull out McLintock, The Searchers, The Quiet Man or another great classic with great excitement, I would feel the boredom and annoyance set in. However, as I matured and the movies continued, like so many other classic romances, loathing turned to loving. Here I stand today, 25 years old and madly in love. 

What is the exact cause for this transformation? I would say that it is a number of different reasons. The first being his what I would call “real man” character. A character that is becoming harder to locate in our day. There is a book that I love to read called “Wild at Heart” by John Eldredge, that illustrates this point of loss so perfectly. The book is about finding the real heart of a man. It's meant for guys but I think it's just as helpful for women, it helps us girls know how we can assist in renewing the hearts of our men. It also helps us see how we as wives, mothers, sisters, friends are de-masculating the men in our lives and how they are letting it happen. We live in a different society a society that is ruled by technology and appearances. The heart of a man, a heart of honor and chivalry, is being lost. I love John Wayne because most of his roles on and off screen embody that chivalrous heart of a man that is vital. His heart is dedicated to his country, his women, his fellow men, his family, and his God. 

What about equality? That word is thrown around all too often in our world today. However, like in the Princess Bride, “I do not think that word means what you think it means.” My fellow ladies, if we allow men to have their hearts and be chivalrous are we letting go of our independence and right as women? No, we are allowing them access into their roles. Equality does not necessarily mean same. It often times is two different things working to an equal goal. To create the number five, you must add two different numbers. The roles of men and women are different but meant to be put together to equal a same goal.

The duties of real men and real women can be summed up for me in the example of a baseball team. Allow me to explain, when you play baseball you must have nine players in order to qualify. Well, the Lord has set his team against Satan. In baseball each position has a different responsibility and not everyone can be a catcher or a pitcher. Some may be outfielders, some are on base duty, but all are vital to play the game. Sometimes we don’t feel important as we stand in the outfield because we are not the pitcher. However, most times in baseball the best batters are the outfielders. When it comes down to it each player must do their different part in order to win the game. 

Same goes for men and women, we all have different roles but each is vital to returning home to that God which gave us life. To me John Wayne gives an example of someone who played his position and played it well. I have seen others who have played their best in their position, and others who focused so much time on wanting to be the catcher or the pitcher, they let every ball that was theirs roll by. I think we have all seen these moments of boys who failed to be men and women who have failed to be women. We have also been in those moments ourselves. So allow us to take a step back and see where we sit... Boys are you pushing aside your duties and failing to be men? Girls are you snuffing off or degrading your gifts and failing to be real women?  

All right, enough with negativity, the point has been placed, chivalry is a dying art, there seems to be no more John Waynes left in this town. On the contrary, as I have continued through my short 25 years I have had many negative stories of Non-John Waynes butI have had moments where my hope has been restored. I have had to look but I have found various “John Wayne” types in my life. Let’s start from the beginning, I mentioned that it was my dad who constantly played his favorite John Wayne films. Coincidence? I do not think so. I find it incredibly profound that the first “John Wayne” in my life is the one who got me started with this love affair. My father is not perfect by any means, but he has taught me incredible things about what a real man is capable of. He has taught me to be a real woman. He taught me how I should desire to be treated as a real woman. He was that dad who was in the living room sharpening a knife when my first date walked through the door, and I have had nothing but gratitude for him. The next “John Wayne” in my life is split into two fine men. These men joined me as boys in the living room of our mountain home as we watched those classic John Wayne films. These boys grew to men and I feel beyond privileged to call them my brothers. My two little brothers are bigger men than most that I have met. I used to fear that I was too picky in my choosing of an eternal companion, that the man I was seeking was a fictitious being. My brothers have proven time and time again that there are John Wayne’s left in this town and that my expectations are not too high. I am not looking for perfect, but I do know that there are “John Wayne” types left. There are other friends and acquaintances that re-kindled my hope for the continuation of the “John Wayne” way of life. 

There are other “John Wayne” types I have fallen for that have helped me see the vital need for real and worthy men. On the spiritual side of things you have incredible men of God in the scriptures who uphold their priesthood and work for the will of a loving Heavenly Father. Men like the stripling warriors(Found in the book of Alma in The Book of Mormon). They took the lessons of their mother’s and went into righteous defense. Of course there is Captain Moroni, my other crush. He is an example of being a leader and a man of God. In Alma chapter 48:17 it says that if every man was “…like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men.” Of course the ultimate example that John Wayne himself took from was that of our Savior. He is the perfect example of chivalry, worthy priesthood holding, and what it means to have the heart of a man. With these examples, we move into a world that is in  a growing desperate need of these real men examples. 

So here's the challenge as we move forward in a troubled world. Boys you must become men, become a “John Wayne” for those around you. Go on adventures stop talking and start acting, fight for the damsel in distress, find your heart. Girls you must become women, don't just look for any boy look for a real man that will fight for you, and WITH you, and take you along on the adventure. Give them something to protect, back off let them be men and have their adventures and have their rights as men. In my opinion the way a women can show her true strength is by embracing her womanhood. By no means are you being weak. Look at Maureen O’hara in films like “The Quiet Man” or “McLintock” never was she dull, weak, or clingy. She showed nothing but fire, independence, passion, and love for her real man. Men keep in mind that a woman wants to be fought for but don't make the adventure all about her, bring her into your adventure. Become a team that fights together. As men and women learn to use their different gifts to fight in unison the world will change for the better. 


I think this is my favorite passage from the book “Wild at Heart”: “'A women doesn't want to be the adventure; she wants to be caught up into something greater than herself.’ Our friend went on to say, ‘I know myself and I know I'm not the adventure. So when a man makes me the point, I grow bored immediately. I know that story. Take me into one I don't know.’" Isn't this what everyone, both men and women truly desire? As a strong independent woman I think that this statement is incredibly profound and true as I search for the “John Wayne” types around me. I resolve to be a real woman and to stand beside the “John Wayne” types in this world. I know that John Wayne is still left in this town.

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Dear Grandmadad...

DEAR GRANDMADAD


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Dear grandpa those hands so worn with work and age, Cause me to reflect as I turn the next page. I sit and I listen to every story, Of war and of work and all of your glory. Of your birth out in Utah in the midst of depression, And a childhood filled with work and confession. You talk of the music that you loved to play, Of the camping trips and adventure you found along the way. Patriotism is alight in your face as you reflect, On the great war with your utmost respect. Though too young at the time to serve the red white and blue, You patiently waited until your time came due. You trained and you sailed on a battleship, And later was trained for the Korea trip. Your stories continue with young love and life, For a beautiful girl who later became your sweet wife. You talk of the boys you raised together, And the rocks you dug up in all sorts of weather. I think of your love that you gave unto all, And how those hands cared when others would fall. I remember back to grandma's last day, And how you loved and cared for her all the way. Now we sit here together and I watch those hands, That have seen so many years and so many lands. You may not remember my name and my face, But I will not forget the way you spent your time on this place. I will not forget the stories you tell, Of your 89 years and how you lived well. So thank you is in order as I look ahead, And think of those hands and all you have said.

Poem By M.Estelle.E

Friday, November 4, 2016

His America, Your America, My America, OUR America...

One of the constant jokes in my family is how I always take a million pictures. Yes, I do take a lot, but it makes me happy and I have discovered that it is a form of journalling and a way I share my testimony. This past photo adventure included a quick trip to my beloved Washington D.C and Virginia. I went with my family and there were a lot of powerful moments. A lot of the moments had to do with my time I spent there as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and a lot of these powerful moments came as we walked through the history of this great nation. So for today's blog I am focusing on my experiences involving patriotism with stories and pictures!

First of all, you must know that I have always had a special place in my heart and a passion for the United States of America and her history. I love this country and the ideas that created her. As we go through some rough patches I have a deep faith that as long as these ideas and patriotism live in the hearts of a few of it's proud citizens, then my America will not die....

That being said here is picture number one that I want to share....



"My God! How little do my countrymen know what precious blessings they are in possession of, and which no other people on earth enjoy!" ~Thomas Jefferson


Night one in DC included a visit to the Jefferson Memorial... I love  this place and I love that man and his contributions to our great nation. I know that it was by the hand of God that he penned the Declaration of Independence which was our "title to Liberty" declaring to all that we were ready to "...pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor."  I love that this picture has the word eternal right above his statue. I found this moment very profound as I thought on the eternal words that are contained in this scripture like document.  




George Washington's Prayer for His Country:
"I now make it my earnest prayer, that God would have you, and the State over which you preside, in his holy protection, that he would incline the hearts of the Citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to Government, to entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another, for their fellow Citizens of the United States at large, and particularly for their brethren who have served in the Field, and finally, that he would most graciously be pleased to dispose us all, to do Justice, to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that Charity, humility and pacific temper of mind, which were the Characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed Religion, and without an humble imitation of whose example in these things, we can never hope to be a happy Nation."

While on our visit to Mt. Vernon my mamma made arrangements for our family to lay the wreath at Washington's grave. Wow, was that powerful! My parents placed the wreath, I read Washington's prayer for his country, and my sweet little sister lead the multitude in the pledge of allegiance. After the ceremony we led all in a verse of "My Country Tis of Thee." It was a powerful experience as we stood in the wake of such a great hero and father of Liberty. I was especially touched to read that prayer, and believe it or not, I only choked up once. I will never forget the gratitude I felt in that moment for this great hero. As I read that powerful prayer I felt the love Mr. Washington has for his beloved America, and for us it's people. 







“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”


Arlington Cemetery gets double pictures for double the spirit felt! I love Arlington so much. It was probably my most visited place on my mission. This is sacred ground where the souls of many heroes rest. I will forever feel a humbling duty to honor these brave souls. I had a lot of cool moments on this trip to Arlington, many of which are very personal, so I will only share a little. One took place as I took the bottom picture with the guard and the highlighted Preamble of the Constitution. As I sat in the stillness of the the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and read my pocket Constitution, I had a powerful impression of the need for me to better understand and defend these words, just as these braves souls have stood to defend them so diligently. I also had the overwhelming feeling of responsibility to teach these things to my children one day and prepare them for difficult days when they will need to stand and defend. I urge all who have the spirit of patriotism to read and work to truly understand these words.




An Eternal Perspective...
Right after our Arlington visit we went to the Washington DC temple. There I felt the spirit of perspective and eternal truth.... 
Truth of salvation, 
truth of eternal life, 
truth of life beyond the grave, 
truth of hope in a dark world,
truth that we are never alone, etc....
So much truth...



Through the thick and the thin...
This was a big highlight of my whole time on my American testimony tour. While passing through the WWII memorial we noticed a set up for something special. We asked around and discovered that they were about to do a ceremony honoring a number of WWII Veterans from South Carolina. We decided to stay and watch. While we waited we noticed a Navy Veteran and his sweet wife from Montana who had been invited to sit in on the ceremony. While we waited we went over to talk with them and thank them. What happened next was one of those life changing moments... 
They started to share their story of 65 years of marriage and of life. She shared the struggles of being the wife of a WWII Veteran and her devotion to always stand beside and honor her husband.  
He shared about his time serving our country. He shared his experience as an engineer on a ship that went down and his survival. As he reflected his eyes filled with tears,  he looked me in the eyes and proclaimed... "I still see their faces..." I listened and cried as he told me more of his devotion to his America and his heartbreak in her present turmoil... He shared his desperation for the youth of today to hold to his America... 
I desire with all my heart to stand for his and my America...
This humbling experience continued as the ceremony began and so many aged soldiers entered the memorial. I will not ever forget this moment and the honor I felt as I stood in the presence of these incredible individuals devoted to God, family, and country.








Korea War Memorial...

This one holds a special place in our hearts. My grandpa served bravely in Korea. As we humbly walked around we encountered another Korea War Veteran sent with a message from above to us young folk. He began by telling us the realities of Korea and explaining the tools used. Then something happened that I will not forget... Things went still and he began to cry... He looked to my siblings and I in desperation. He shared an intense desire for his America to be protected by those who still hold the spirit of patriotism. I think he saw that fire within us as he gave a powerful testimony of his love for freedom. 




One of the last places we visited was the Holocaust Museum, which is a tough place to go. If you've been before you know the emotional draining that comes from this experience. While walking through I felt sick and hurt that anyone could do such horrid things to their fellow humans. The thoughts that came from this experience were of the importance of remembering. These souls deserved to be remembrance. I got the huge impression that they want to be remembered... I felt the intense love those who have suffered have for us who live now. They want us to remember so we don't have to experience what they had to. I also had the experience of why we need to stand up and defend liberty, it is so these things do not happen again to our fellow brothers and sisters. May we never forget...   

Well, that about ends things so, I guess the message for today is to REMEMBER... 

Remember, remember those gone before,
Remember, remember the ones who for you opened the door.

Remember, remember the sacrifice made,
Remember, Remember how they all prayed.

Remember, remember Jefferson's call,
Remember, remember how he wanted liberty for all.

Remember, remember Washington's love,
Remember, remember how he sought wisdom from above.

Remember, remember the sacred ground,
Remember, remember the brave that no longer sound.

Remember, remember the soldier who still sees,
Remember, remember his wife who believes. 

Remember, remember where grandpa fought,
Remember, remember the words that veteran taught. 

Remember, remember those who felt pain,
Remember, remember so that their sprits remain. 

Remember, remember my sweet USA,


Remember, remember so that liberty may stay...  

Poem By M.Estelle.E







Have a magical day! Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Do Real Men Still Exist?

Oh Brother...



I have to take this time to boast/rant ever so slightly. Let us begin with the picture above. This one is one of my very favorites. I took this picture at one of my favorite places in the world, EPOCT. I took it at the end of a long, but fun,  Disney day. I had fallen to the ground in a childish fit of exhaustion and as I gazed up from my temper tantrum saw these two studs reaching down to pick me up. These two studs are my baby brothers (although they are not so baby any more). 



I want to dedicate this blog to these two men that now look down at me, but only in height hehe. They are always there to pick me up no matter the circumstance. Okay, so I am a single 25 year old girl in the rough and tough world of dating. Anyone who is in this stage knows the struggles I am referring. Recently, while sitting in a church lesson we were all invited to write down qualities we desire in our future partner. I thought of my own list and I thought of advise given to be picky, but not too picky. You know the whole "marry potential, not perfection." I often worry about these thoughts of expecting too much in the ways of perfection. I think that sometimes the chivalry of old had died off in my more negative mind of the dating life. I worry that there are no "men" left and I may just have to settle or chose the cat, dog, yak, cow, goat life... (Not a word friends who know me).



As I thought these negative thoughts another wandering thought came to my mind, it was a thought of my two little brothers and how great they are. I had the realization that real men do exist. These two young men are such examples of what a real man is. They are such examples of what it is to be chivalrous, of holding the door for others, waiting until you safely get into your house after you are dropped off,  of picking up a girl, dropping everything to go serve others in need, and most important working hard to do Heavenly Father's will. They honor their priesthood, they do their duties, and always work hard (well most always). They are complete dorks who will make you laugh till you cry. They are protective and caring. I know that I can always call on these two no matter my struggle. After a bad date, or even a good one. When I have a crush on a guy but know I'll probably say something dumb. They seem to always know what to say to make me feel better, or sometimes annoyed in a light hearted laughable way. These little brothers of mine are far from perfect, we still fight a lot and they still drive me crazy, boy do they have some growing to do. They make stupid choices and eat way too much. BUT I love them and I am grateful for the things they have taught me.

My learnings in this awe-ha is that Heavenly Father has greatly blessed me with amazing men in my family to help teach me what I have to look forward to in my future. He has sent me these men to teach me how to be a better daughter of God. He sent me these men to teach me the proper and divine roles of men and women. He sent these men to each me the importance of the priesthood and honoring that sacred power they hold for our Father to bless the world. He sent me these men to teach me to be tough and learn the joys of getting a little dirty every now and again. He sent me these men to teach me my value in being a beautiful daughter of a King who is very much worth it. He sent me these men to show me that if I do my part and work equally hard, I can add another real man to my life as my forever companion.


Hold on just one second, I am missing a brother... I think the greatest thing my Father has taught me with my little brothers is how I can better my relationship I have with my big brother, Jesus Christ. I love my big brother more than anyone. I am so grateful for him and his example to me. He is the perfect big brother and perfect example of what we can all become. He is the perfect example of a real man who gave everything to the service of others. He was the perfect man who did his Father's will completely. He is the perfect real man who honors his sacred priesthood and fights to make it so we will all return home from this mortal life. He is the ultimate brother of protection and true love. 

I am overjoyed with the gratitude I have for all of my brothers, the younger ones and the older one. I am grateful for their sacrifices and their love for those around them. I am grateful to have them all as best friends and I am grateful to be a daughter and a sister to such amazing real men.

Monday, September 9, 2013


Life is good here in Virginia! Hope all is well where you all are at! I think of y'all often and keep y'all in my prayers. It was a great week here! We have taught and met so many amazing people. I have learned so much that  I wish I could tell you all the great treasures and adventures, maybe one day hehe... We recently went to the Masonic temple in Alexandria which was pretty awesome.

Oh yah I met Grandma! She is like 80 something and the coolest CRAZIEST little old lady I have ever met. She is mMamma Odie from Princess and the Frog. She is from Liberia Africa and she too has seen it all and then some. She sings and dnaces and yells at you if you're late. She is a hoot and a half. She joined the church about a year ago. One thing I loved about what I learned was from grandma... She always uses the verb "carry"... "y'all carry anyone to baptism this week?" "They came to carry me to church." She says it all the time... Which made me think of my role as a missionary... I am not there to just invite... I should help carry (I mean of course the Lord carries the whole way) but we need to do our parts to not just throw out the invite, sometime you have to spiritually carry others in your own little wagons of life, yoked with the Savior... See what I did there haha!! 

I hope you all is well and I love you all!! Be good always and know that Heavenly Father loves you so much!
 
Have a magical day,
 
Sister Michayla Egbert




Monday, August 26, 2013

I am in the land of the Founders now!


Oi minha familia e amigas!!!!!!
Finally left the MTC and I finished the Book of Mormon on my very last day! It was so awesome, if ya'll need a pick me up, pick up that little book, I am serious. It has taught me so much to prepare to go out to meet and teach!!
 
I made it to DC south! I am in the Fort Belvoir A ward area. Get this! Our church building is like in the backyard of Mt. Vernon!!!!  Is there a more perfect place for this history nerd?! I flew in Wednesday (very long but good day). We got to go to DC and see the Lincoln memorial and WWII memorial which was awesome. Then we went to our mission president's house. President Riggs, he is so nice and loving. Get this! 42 new missionaries from the MTC, I felt bad for all those in our way hehe. It is quite amazing and beautiful  here! I love my trainers! I am in a threesome with Sister Roper (from St. George) and Sister Vaituulala (from Orlando). They are awesome sisters and both teaching me so much!!!! We have taught and met so many amazing people. They have worked hard in this area to help bring people closer to our Heavenly Father.
 
Some of the People I have met are Mary and Kadija, two beautiful young ladies who are planning to be baptized very soon! They have so much light in a very dark world. Their mom is from Africa and is trying to get over malaria. Those girls are so sweet and seem so excited to have the gospel. Then there is Robert! I love Robert too he is older and we met him the other day when we thought we had another lesson (whole other cool moment there). My companions said they see him a lot and talk to him a lot but this was the first religious talk they have really had with him. He is so amazing, you can tell he knows his Heavenly Father so personally, and when he prayed, wow took my breath away! It was amazing! There have been so many others that I want to share but I am about out of time but I want you all to know that life is beautiful! Heavenly Father is amazing, He loves us and has a perfect plan for us to return to live with him! We just gotta do our own little bits. Awww I am so amazed at the miracles and the goodness in a dark world!
 
I hope all is well and I will talk to ya'll soon!!
 
Eu Amo Voces!!!
 
Sister Egbert
7520 woodside lane #14
Lorton Virginia 22079