Wednesday, August 5, 2015


The Mesa temple has the prettiest flowers, like the zennia I shot here.  Zinnias always remind me of my grampa, who was an avid gardener. He was the most Christlike man I have ever known. He used to give me packets of zinnia seeds because I liked them so much (mine never grew, unfortunately).

His house is right down the street from the temple, so I've always associated this sacred place with that sacred man. I love and miss him dearly, but I honestly feel that he is a guardian angel over me. I know that there is life after death, and by living the Gospel of Christ I will see my beloved grandfather again.

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