Throughout my life I have tried to keep a journal or written record of my life, my thoughts, adventures, etc. I realize writing is a time for me to reflect on the past week, month, or even year of my life and as I do so, it helps me remember times when I have been blessed, remember thoughts and impressions I have had, and hopefully will help me or my loved ones at a future time. Over the past few years, my life has been extremely busy, and I haven't taken the time to write. I've missed that. I have had a lot of changes in my life, and I've relied on the Lord, pondered scriptures, and studied the words of modern-day prophets. I've had some amazing answers to prayers and have felt encircled in the arms of God's love many times. I wish I had taken the time to write them down. I'm afraid of losing some of those memories. Moving forward, I plan to write more consistently. I don't expect this to be read by anyone but myself, but it is therapeutic for me, and I will treasure the memories this helps me retain.
Steve and I moved to Arkansas. We purchased a small cabin a couple of years ago and kept it as a rental. It sits on 7 acres of land in the Ozarks. The cabin was previously a home built in the 1940's but it was updated in the 1980's, and more recently had log siding put on. It's a small 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom home, just perfect for a couple of empty-nesters, their two dogs, and five horses.
Arkansas has been different than Utah, where we have lived the majority of our lives. It's humid, buggy, green, rocky... did I say humid? We live on the outskirts of Harrison, closer to the town of Bergman, just 1/4 mile off Highway 7. Our church building is located on the other side of town and takes about 10 minutes to drive through Harrison to get there. Our ward boundaries are humongous! Apparently, the size of the state of Delaware! Some people in our ward drive an hour to get to church. Our closest neighbor from our ward lives 3 miles up the road. Needless to say, we have a lot of missionary work we can do while we are here. The people in this community are extremely friendly and very religious.
I'm trying to get used to the weather here. I guess this is not a good year to gauge it by. The temperatures are 70 degrees one day and 20 degrees the next. Christmas day was almost 80 degrees, but this week has been in the single digits with a wind chill bringing it to -4. I'm used to cold winters in Utah, but the cold weather with the humidity and wind REALLY bites! I can't put on enough layers to keep warm.
We had over a foot of snow last week. Something that would be just another snowstorm in Utah, but here they don't have the equipment to clear the roads quickly. The last time there was a storm like this was 21 years ago. They were asking the public to stay off the roads. Schools, businesses, and churches were closed for the storm. Steve spent several days before the storm preparing for it. He bought chemicals to put in our cars' gas tanks to help them start easier. He set up the horses' water and put blankets on them because it was going to get really cold and wet. We have a small guest house that we were worried might get frozen pipes, so we put heat tape and insulation on the exposed pipes. Steve and I planned to just stay inside and relax for a few days and ride out the storm.
The night of the storm, I was so worried about the horses I couldn't sleep. I worried because they were outside, exposed to the snow/sleet, and they wouldn't use the shelter we had for them. I was worried because in Utah, they grow a winter coat, winter comes, they stay warm, and they shed the coat in the spring. In Arkansas the temperatures are all over the place. Does their winter coat come in? Are they too hot when it's 80 degrees? Do they have a full enough winter coat for the frigid temperatures that only rarely come? I said a prayer that the horses would be okay and that I could have peace of mind that night. It was about 10:30 pm, and one of our friends from church sent me a text message. We texted back and forth for a bit, then I told her my worries about the horses. She said that when the weather was bad and they didn't have shelter for the horses, she and her husband would put them in the horse trailer for the night. That way they wouldn't be exposed to the rain, snow, freezing rain, or whatever. I was so relieved!! I told her she was an answer to my prayers! I felt like she listened to the Spirit and sent me that text message. It was so late at night, I would have never called her or thought to ask her what to do. I felt so thankful!! It really was a blessing. When we put the horses in the trailers, their mains and faces were just ice. By the next morning when we got them out, they were completely dry. The snow/sleet had stopped and they would be fine.
Steve and I planned to spend a couple of days inside while the storm raged outside, however, we woke up Saturday morning to frozen pipes... ugh. I just thought we could let them thaw out and we'd be fine, but Steve was worried, so we went to Home Depot and bought a heater to put under the house to thaw the pipes. We also bought heat tape and pipe insulation so we wouldn't have this problem in the future. The crawl space under the house is very tight. Steve wasn't able to fit under there, and when I tried, it was even tight for me to get through the opening. The plan was that I would turn on the heater and while it was warming the pipes, I would proceed to put the heat tape and insulation on the pipes. Steve turned off the water to the house and when I turned on the heater, I saw two places where a small amount of water had dripped and frozen to the pipe below. I watched it for a bit and as it warmed the one area started to really drip. I could feel a small crack and knew we would need to buy some CPVC pipe to repair it. As I was gathering up my things to get out of the crawl space, the water in the pipe completely melted and water came spraying out of the crack in the pipe. Even though the water had been turned off, there was pressure in the pipe, and it was spraying like crazy! I kind of panicked a bit. It's hard to move under a crawl space, there's water spraying, the ground is getting muddy, and you are trying to get out...The water finally slowed down, I cut out the section of pipe and I got out. Steve and I went for round two at Home Depot. The roads are still snow-packed and it's still frigid outside. We got the pipe and glue, and I went under the house again.
I was able to repair that section of pipe, then I put heat tape and insulation on all the pipes. I got out of the crawl space and went under again below the master bathroom on the other side of the house. I decided to put insulation on that area before we turned the water back on and look for any leaks on that side. Everything went really well. I told Steve to turn on the water, and I would check to make sure the section I repaired was holding. I crawled under the house one more time and Steve turned on the water... remember the two spots where I saw frozen drips of water? I had only repaired one of them. As soon as Steve turned the water back on, there was a pin sized hole shooting water from another pipe... ugh... Steve quickly turned the water back off, I cut that section of pipe out, and we went for round THREE at Home Depot.
I was getting pretty good at this and repaired the second area with minimal difficulty, but this had literally taken the entire day! Throughout this entire day Steve and I kept saying how blessed we felt with this storm. We felt like the Lord was guiding us the entire way. The horses had been warm. The pipes leaked a tiny amount while we were watching them. It could have started spraying while the pipes were under pressure and been a muddy mess that we didn't catch for a while. We had the knowledge of what to do to repair it, so we didn't have to find a plumber to come in the middle of a storm and pay an enormous amount. We have the pipes heat taped and insulated for the next storm. It was hard but ultimately was a blessing.
I love daily thoughts from: comefollowmedaily on Instagram or Facebook (I believe the writer is Mary Stallings). She has an amazing way of sharing gospel thoughts that go along with what we are studying each week. I wanted to share one that really jumped out at me this week. It's really relevant to what I've been going through this week, and even this phase of my life. It's a thought dated January 24, 2026, if you'd like to look it up.
Adam fell that men might be. Men are that they might have JOY. But what God promises Adam and Eve directly after the fall is sorrow. A cursed land.
How can both be true? How can God guarantee sorrow, and then, in that same action, say the outcome is joy? Our human brain wants to fight it.
I think many times, we think about Heaven wrong. More like the Garden of Eden, actually. Where there is no suffering. No pain.
Moses 7, we learn that when God looked upon his people, He wept. God still feels sorrow. He holds it, like he holds us. Or maybe BECAUSE He holds us.
So perhaps this earth and its sorrow are not an isolated, Earthly experience meant to test us, but a consecrated experience meant to prepare us.
Someone explained it to me this way months ago,
"We're being forged into beings who can tolerate brokenness and sorrow and loss and grief without being consumed by them, without becoming those things. Beings who can experience all those excruciating things and also be filled with joy- A joy that flourishes in the midst of suffering because it stems from an eternal relationship with Christ. He transforms, converts, and heals our mortal ashes into beings that can hold infinite suffering- our own or that of our loved ones- and be willing to endure it because of love. God does this every instant of eternity. Our Heavenly Parents choose to suffer with us every day."
"So the celestial kingdom is not void of crushed spirits and broken hearts; it is filled with Beings who can endure crushing and breaking and can create newness and life and breathtaking beauty from the ashes of crushed and broken hearts and spirits"
Isn't that beautiful?
As President Uchtdorf said, "We tend to think of joy as the absence of sorrow. But what if joy is not the absence of sorrow? What if joy and sorrow can coexist? What if they have to coexist?"
When it comes to the Earthly sojourn, Sorrow is not the point, but it is leading us somewhere. Let's let it lead us towards God.
This hits home. I can't experience joy without sorrow. I'm not going to let the sorrow crush me but appreciate the joy more because I have experienced the sorrow. Time to enjoy the journey here in our little cabin in the Ozarks of Arkansas!

























