Hands Of Time Mt. Timpanogos Utah They forget their worries and

They forget their worries and remember for a moment that life is wonderful

the crisis doesn’t create one’s character—it reveals it

unto us a son is given

that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins

with joy and happiness

Hands Of Time Mt. Timpanogos Utah They forget their worries andAs a little girl, I remember my mother and her friends sitting around a quilt while I lay underneath. I would watch their hands cast shadows across the different color swatches, their needles bobbing up and down. I felt safe listening to their laughter float through the room. As a young woman, I waited with anticipation for the time when I would be allowed to take my place at the quilt. I remember my mother patiently showing me how to stitch and tie.