Sunday, March 20, 2016


He was afraid to stand.
Afraid that in giving praise he would fall over.
There are still so many hard days for him—
anxiety I wish I could ease with more grace. 

But today called for us to find our feet 
in gratitude and rejoicing 
that we are here, 
and that we may always be 
Where we cannot dance
our hearts leap within us, 
beating for love and joy.

The second session of Provo City Center Temple's dedication 
may as well have been catered specifically for us. 
Tales of hardship and transformation. 
An heritage of becoming. 

I've never shouted "Hosanna!" with greater praise or vigor,
outside and in.

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