God thank you for everything you've given us. For the time we have together. And for the miracle of Christmas. Thank you for the Atonement, the chance to start all over again. Help us to always remember who we are and to trust that we are worthy to make it through our storms. Amen.

Life is a journey. As you walk along the road you can either look back or you can look ahead. ... Look ahead. Always look for the very next step.

You know that Arizona is going to really be understood and get somewhere some day.

Some people's developmental path has not equipped them to stand up and let go of something.

It's not where you start, but whether you start.

When your surroundings are infused with memories of the past, you tend to remain in the past. You are prone to keep looking back rather than focusing forward on the new things God has for you.

When we clear the clutter, we are not erasing the memories. Holding on means not letting go. God has so much more for your life. You haven't seen your best days yet, but your clutter could be preventing you from recognizing the new things awaiting you.

To purge means to clear or get rid of an unwanted feeling, memory or condition, or to physically remove something completely. Let's develop the urge to purge and remove anything that could be dragging you backward so you can be free to move forward.

Make your dreams bigger than your memories

I never tire of saying that the only really transitory aspects of life are the potentialities; but as soon as they are actualized, they are rendered realities at that very moment; they are saved and delivered into the past, wherein they are rescued and preserved from transitoriness. For, in the past, nothing is irretrievably lost but everything irrevocably stored.

never tire of saying that the only really transitory aspects of life are the potentialities; but as soon as they are actualized, they are rendered realities at that very moment; they are saved and delivered into the past, wherein they are rescued and preserved from transitoriness. For, in the past, nothing is irretrievably lost but everything irrevocably stored.

The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.