Last week Tony, Jared and I participated in Trek with our stake. For four days we pushed/pulled handcarts through dirt and rocks, up and down hills. We walked over 30 miles in blistering heat, and had an opportunity to get a small glimpse of the life of those who walked across the country to get to Zion. We were asked to choose an ancestor to walk for. I chose to walk for Ann Molyneaux Alston who was so committed to the gospel that she was willing to send her two oldest sons, one ten the other eight, with friends to Zion so that her in-laws could not stop her from going with her children. Imagine sending two young boys to unknown lands not knowing if you would ever see them again. Then she came from England the next year with her three youngest children, alone. What a joyful reunion they must have had in Utah when she was reunited with her sons and her father and family. I thought about her and her faith as we pulled the handcarts silently on Thursday morning, and then again as we pulled the handcarts up a huge hill with just the girls in our stake. As I felt of her spirit and her faith, I felt a reassuring warmth that I too could have done what she did. None of us have an easy road in life. The pioneers forged ahead not knowing what the immediate future held for them, but trusting in a loving Heavenly Father and Savior and the promised blessings in the eternities. Life is like that really for all of us. We don't know what challenges and trials we will face, but we move forward with faith, knowing that the Lord will support us. I often hear people say they could not have done what the pioneers did, but after watching our amazing youth participate in Trek, I thought there isn't one of these kids who couldn't or wouldn't do exactly what the pioneers did if it was asked of them.
|Those dark clouds moved right over us on Friday afternoon that brought winds and a thunderstorm. The rain lasted for awhile, but moved out in time for dinner and testimony meetings.|