Every March, my husband and I attend a St Patrick’s Day breakfast in Boston. The event is social and political theater — imagine the world depicted in every stereotypical Boston film or TV show, and you would not be far off. The room is crowded, the accents are thick, the chatter is loud, the auction is raucous and the jokes roll out. Typically, governors, mayors, members of Congress and countless local and state politicians all sit cheek by jowl in a very small and crowded s

My sister had a baby last week. He has ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, a functioning liver, lungs, kidneys, veins, everything. It’s a miracle, because he was born two months early. Failure to thrive. He weighs two pounds, two ounces. In the videos, my sister’s hand engulfs him, his legs observably smaller than her fingers. His eyes sit huge in his face. His skin bunches around sinews and bones entirely devoid of baby fat. When she had the baby, I was two thousand miles away

Each disciple has unique talents to share. Serving with an eye single to the Lord will lead to unique service benefiting others.

Our ability to move forward with hope for the future affects us personally and can make a difference for our communities and our country.

Strength and power come from loving and serving like the Savior. This brings the Spirit, ensuring we are never truly alone.

Be an instrument in the Lord's hands.