Yesterday we drove out to Fort Carson to check on a young family. The address sounded familiar- with good reason. It soon became clear that we were visiting the very home we had lived in over 35 years ago. It was an amazing experience to walk through those doors and have memories come flooding in. The kitchen where I cooked meals for our little family of four. The yard and playground where 4 year old Leslie and 2 year old Randy played. We were young then. We were broke most of the time. Yet this home is Holy ground for us. It was here that Fred was taught and excepted the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Most of last week was spent attending Zone conferences. One in particular brought tender memories. As we sat in the Relief Society room at the Broadmore Building, I was overwhelmed as I recalled that it was in that very room I came back to the church after years of inactivity. I had met Elaine Rice at a Squadron party. She invited me to attend RS with her. At that time it was held during the week. She came and picked me up. I was a little nervous walking into the building, but the minute I heard the hymns of the Gospel I knew I was home. I am so grateful for her simple invitation.