A girlfriend of ours who was a photographer for trek brought this to Mike and I last week as a gift...We were so surprised, a flood of tears returned as I remembered...So much emotion was involved on this particular day. In the pioneer days the men were called by the government to go to war, it was up to the women to get their families to Salt Lake alone. Starving, freezing, bleeding and dying..... Many of the adults we were with were people we know and love. This was the women's pull a representation of what pioneer women suffered so long ago...As a Pa and Ma we were asked not to help our girls and big sisters up the hill.. about a mile long. They had not eaten throughout the day... We stood at the top of the hill and watched women we love, soaking wet, struggling to pull their family to the top of the hill. It was heart wrenching to say the least. Many of the sisters (adults) turned back and helped the remaining carts pull their load to the top. There really aren't any words I can say that can explain the sight. All the kids were put on silence so no talking was going on just sweating, crying and struggling. It was difficult not to help people you love so much...some of my friends I did not recognize. We learned so much about ourselves that day....Human beings are a strong people....When we are tested we will rise to the ocassion~
Where our story began~
I want my children to know that the temple is my favorite place to be. It is there that I am closest to my father in Heaven. I have a great love for the work that goes on in the temple. I know that we have a great work to do while we are here on earth and I am priveledged to be a part of that work. I have a testimony of Jesus Christ as my savior and redeemer. He has never let me down, not once.....I'm so blessed to have children that know at a young age who they are and what they stand for. I'm greatful for the Christlike examples in our lives. We are surrounded by people we love and that love us, what a blessing. The temple is where our story, The Taylor Story began....I pray that it is only the begining of a legacy of faith, service, love, obedience and happiness. Much Love~ Mom
11/19/2008
Loss of Words~
A girlfriend of ours who was a photographer for trek brought this to Mike and I last week as a gift...We were so surprised, a flood of tears returned as I remembered...So much emotion was involved on this particular day. In the pioneer days the men were called by the government to go to war, it was up to the women to get their families to Salt Lake alone. Starving, freezing, bleeding and dying..... Many of the adults we were with were people we know and love. This was the women's pull a representation of what pioneer women suffered so long ago...As a Pa and Ma we were asked not to help our girls and big sisters up the hill.. about a mile long. They had not eaten throughout the day... We stood at the top of the hill and watched women we love, soaking wet, struggling to pull their family to the top of the hill. It was heart wrenching to say the least. Many of the sisters (adults) turned back and helped the remaining carts pull their load to the top. There really aren't any words I can say that can explain the sight. All the kids were put on silence so no talking was going on just sweating, crying and struggling. It was difficult not to help people you love so much...some of my friends I did not recognize. We learned so much about ourselves that day....Human beings are a strong people....When we are tested we will rise to the ocassion~
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I love you sis!
The trek was such a great experience. That is a great picture of the two of you.
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