On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Imagine that you have a small TV next to a window. Out the window at your white fence bright Mexican sunflowers sway. Further beyond them silently agitated elm-tops. Beyond them all the gray sky, neither near nor far.

Imagine that you are in a loveseat, with your arm around your wife. Your son nurses at her breast. Your other arm is around a daughter squeezed in on the other side. A daughter is on your lap. A daughter is squeezed in next to your wife.

Imagine that you are watching LDS General Conference on the TV. You have an upwelling conviction that the words you are hearing are the words of God.

Imagine that family and landscape and prophetic preaching combine into a remote vast happiness.

Imagine that for one brief moment heaven’s view dulls the pain of days.