When I was little, I was helpless, but I was provided with guidance, love and care through my mother. I lost her when I was 11. Not until I was on my mission that that same kind of love and care was once again felt and provided for through Sister Whatcott, my mission mom.

My father was with me more in 22 years than anyone else in my life. But in those two years, until on my 24th year we were apart from each other. My Mission President, W. John Whatcott provided what I long for from my father. I just love it when he gives me what he termed as the "priesthood embrace". I always felt cared for and loved and that through him, my Father in Heaven looks over me and will not abandon me. I wasn't completely happy until I knew that I was loved.

Christmas Conferences

Thoughts on Missionaries

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To our missionary
A Waiting Girl's Prayer
Reflections
The Reason Why
You Will Never Know
YOU
The Lord, My Companion, and Me
Two Short Years