I went for a little trip up to Ogden over the weekend and took a trip down memory lane. Whenever I would go to Ogden in the past my Mom's house would be my first stop. Well when I got there it was my first stop again. The house was empty. I felt empty. I miss my mom so much. Going to Ogden and seeing everything without her there really hurt. However I did realize just how far I have come. And where I never want to be again.
I love St.George. I love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. And I'm so thankful for the promptings, warnings and inspiration I get from the Holy Ghost. I love the Gospel. It feels good.