Palmyra

The sacred grove has always been a place of beauty and serenity for me. As I sat and contemplated the events that took place there my heart was full.
How grateful I am for the Prophet Joseph. I know that he saw what he saw and he did what he did.

The grove, I believe, looks today the same as it did in 1820.

Windy day, what can I say. This was at the Hill Cumorah. As we approached the hill, there were the strains to the hymn, Praise to the Man", wafting across the land. We looked to the top and there was a young man playing the bagpipes. It was so touching. We talked to he and his family when we reached the top. He told us that there are only a few hymns that can be played on the bagpipes. The others that he knew were, Come Thou Fount, and A Poor Wayfaring man of Grief. Was so glad that he played the one he did and not the others.
My feelings were so close to the surface as in the morning we had gone to the temple and Trudi came with me. Enough said.