Brinckmyster

For as long as I can remember, I knew I was going on a mission. There was never a doubt in my mind about that. Somehow, I also knew I would go on a proselyting mission. I did have doubts about that, since my health was never the best. However, there was some part of me that just knew God had promised me I’d go. My Bishop doubted me. My doctors doubted me. At some point, it felt that even my parents doubted me. I realized I felt a little like Joseph Smith because, “I knew it, and I knew that God knew that I knew it, and I could not deny it”. Time passed, I turned 19, God gave me Sister missionaries in my ward for a bit. I sp

  Spring is here! With the arrival of spring, we get baby animals, fresh fruits, and brand new baby plants.  The whole world seems to be waking up.  As I watched the world wake, I realized that I, too, needed to wake from my spiritual slumber. During the winter months, I'd let myself into a spiritual hibernation.  I'd forgotten to pay attention to the Lord, my God. My family had noticed something was wrong. Friends tended to avoid me. I'd gotten as mean as a bear woken from their hibernation. The arrival of spring was just what I needed to shake myself awake and come again to my Heavenly Father.   Just as brand new baby plants and animals h

There was a vacuum being used in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. A pop meant a  physical injury in Lancaster, California. A jasmine flower was part of the trap that was set up in both. We had no idea anything was happening until the vacuum started spilling out jasmine flowers instead of sucking up dirt. The traps had been set and sprung and our strongest supporter now lay inside the house, bleeding. All we'd wanted to do was to raise awareness of the two Lancaster(s) and the difference between them - we had no idea who was trying to stop us or why. It was upsetting, but we had to get him out of the trap soon. He was due to marry my cousin any day n

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Rockpile for a Clan meeting!” Mintstar’s voice rang out clear and confidant and made Silverleaf renew her frantic cleaning of all seven of us. Patchleg came to the nursery to guide us to our naming ceremony, and we walked/climbed/jumped over to the Rockpile in age order – the order we did most things – and sat as still as possible as Mintstar continued, “Skyclan is blessed greatly to have Silverleaf and Patchleg’s kits reach their sixth moon without us losing any of them. Now it is my great pleasure to assist them in their next st