Briana Stephen

I had an epiphany today while sitting in the oncologist's office. There's so much talk and paraphernalia about finding cures for cancer. There's bitter talk about why Heavenly Father would allow such suffering. I sat there thinking to myself, No. My heart tells me it's not like that at all! ... Think of the communities and families that have come together to love, serve, and mourn with one another.

Our Father in heaven provides opportunities every day for us to keep his commandments, to follow His ultimate example of serving, loving, caring for His spirit children, our spirit brothers and sisters. I get to experience firsthand on a daily basis how beautiful the hearts of mankind really are.

Turn off the news of contentious politics, crime, and adultery for a bit. You'll find a world of compassion. PLEASE ACCEPT MY GRATITUDE to all those who uplift and show me what leading a Christ-like life is really all about. Loads and loads of LOVE!!!

-Bri, March 2010



Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Hannibal & St. Louis, MO

At the conclusion of our trip, we stopped in Hannibal, MO, the hometown of Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain). It was exciting to walk through the caves that he wrote about in his famous literary works.











After Hannibal, we drove to St. Louis, MO to check out the famous Gateway Arch, the tallest national monument in the United States. It was interesting to tour the museum and learn that the arch memorializes Thomas Jefferson's role in westward expansion. Hence the term "Gateway to the West." Riding the elevator to the top was interesting, too, though you can see from the photo below, that Mom wasn't as excited about the little bubble of an elevator that took us up and down. To her credit, it was a little creepy and seemed unstable, but was fun nonetheless.









Compared to April, this employee in the museum gift shop looked like a giant, and it was a perfect photo op. Apparently he didn't think so, because as unamused as could be he said, "I am not an exhibit." Oops.














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