I looked at my face on camera from my last show and saw someone I know but often don't even really look at. As we were setting up, everything that could go wrong did!. The shows subject, overcoming depression. As I looked at my image with no sound I asked myself why am I doing this? We keep trying for over an hour with no audio, I keep looking at my image scared from my burns and age long trials that have all but left me with nothing and alone. As I looked at my purpose, I could only know that I want to give hope to those who labor in the shadow of dark coldness, pure and simple. Some part of me just said "what do you think your doing, look at you!". then these words came pouring into my mind.

To reach, to teach, to touch the precious souls whom our Father has prepared for His message is a monumental task. Success is rarely simple. Generally it is preceded by Tears, Trials, Trust, and Testimony. Monson
“If any brother or sister feels unprepared—even incapable to bless the lives of others, remember this truth: ‘Whom God calls, God qualifies.’ He who notes the sparrow’s fall will not abandon the servant’s need” Monson

When you are on the errand of the lord preforming HIS WILL in any business or relationship, especially that which is most scared, I bear my testimony that it is brought with the most soulful tears and trials, ones that bring the greatest challenge of trust even one to there knees. The holiest is the ONE that inspires our soul.

These are the relationships appointed to teach us Heavenly Fathers heart and Heavenly Mother love for us. We most never draw a circle to block out, it is the demonic lines of hell, but to draw a golden circle to invite those into the saviors arms. One that does not exclude the lonely and lowliness of souls, for that sparrow that falls from the branch is lifted by the masters hand.

To invite into that eternal round, is to lift to eternal exaltation. Those who hearts are humble and contrite will the lord instruct even if that ONE feels that they are not enough, impure, imperfect, a past that might look like one whom that is scared and beaten by life. It is he who the lord will call, and we are not to judge in which way that creative and unusual path may look.
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The Hike

I went up the alpine loop the last day to do so. Noel drove the car up the canyon, I could see that she was nervious her hands tightly clasped to the steering wheel, they had had a bad landslide the day before that toke out large holes parts of the road. For me each turn brought thoughts of fear to my mind, is there a deer around the corner that might jump out?. Is there another car coming at us?, we are in a car that requires plenty of body over the road. The car was given by my friend Marie, it was a gift badly needed.
The exterior has seen better days, the car has taken down some poles that got in its way, interior looks like a car that children had given plenty of there time in, cute blue murals of blue crayon on the roof of the car, and the infamous milk explosion had made its mark and aroma of a well worn family vehicle, and I know with out a shadow of a doubt that Bear Grylls survival show, could survive on what we all have left behind. a survival food any where from, petrified french fries, to left over crumbs from taco bell, and for dessert left over candy that hardened to the carpet. The car gets seven miles to a gallon so a trip like this was a real treat for a Sunday drive, we have learned to drive with the back windows open so that fresh air cleans up whats left.
Nate my big man in the back sure will have a good understanding of women poor guy, he has all of us telling him how things are. Its really big of him to be willing to take he back seat, honestly I don't know how he does it.
We reached the top of the mountain were we got out to look over the view of both sides of the valley. Noell and I had brought our coats and of course Nate had not. He grabbed a sheet from the back of the car to put across his shoulders. As we walked to a small incline the bare white trees of the aspens and the few green cypress trees lined a small path. The birds had all flown south from the cold winter months approaching. The path was black and muddy and steep. Its a small hike but there is a reason I call it butt burner hill. We often think that the goal is in reaching the top so the race began as we began our hike. Both of my kids turned to me and said "OK mom lets go, hurry." Are you kidding! I said, "we just arrived enjoy the view catch your breath", Nate took one quick one "yes mom crisp and cold lets go back". I could see there resistance. I went off the path to the very top were the trees seemed sheared off half way, most had been hit by lighting. I couldn't help but note that those that stand at the top take the hardest beating. What surprised me the most was the grass that had been pressed down by the many deer that found safety just at the edge of these trees.
The kids keep pulling at me "let's go" , I said do you mind if we sing a song they gave me that look like, "ah yeh right you can but I'm not", I then sang "As I Have Loved Love one Another". The silence became thick, the echo of my voice seemed to carry. When I stopped my children seemed so reverenced by the quite peace that could be felt in the air. The orange hues kissed the tops of the mountains and a full white moon rising just at the crest of the eastern sky. The spirit seemed to beacon to all our hearts, Pray. I simply said lets do it, and as each words were spoken the warmth and sweet feeling seemed to surrounded us. Tones echoed through every tree, among the branches at the words of AMEN, came the a small sound of a singular bird. I know that there is a message, one that will linger in my heart this week. Carried on the wings of a tiny bird. What was the song that he was sharing, what was he trying to tell us?
A moment I will not forget. My son spoke as we walked back to the car, of the dream he had just a few weeks before, that the day would come when many would flee to this canyon, the men who would protect those who had made it there would be called the Wastch Mormon Miltia. He saw letter sewed on to the boys shoulders. WWM.

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JOY IN THE JOURNEY

I remember when I was just a young girl my Dad had us hike one of the
highest peaks in the United States. It was on that long hike I learned
so much about myself, and so much about my own fathers success. We had
been warned by my father to wear for proper shoes, I couldn't find
them and I didn't want to be left behind so I quickly grabbed my black
shiny church shoes, with no socks on, you got it straight a true
recipe for a big watery blisters. We headed up the trail, about a
fourth of the way my father made us stop. by
then my feet had begun to bleed. I was never so relieved. It was then that my Dad looked down
and said "sweetie I am not going to carry you, you have two choices, to go back down alone, or take of your shoes off and

hike the rest of the distance with out them". My brothers always in a big hurry,

filling like they were in some kind of race to the top of there manhood. Got up

and began to nag us all to get going. My Dad shouted out and said "hey slow
down you may not think you have got to rest, but you have to adjust".

Boys that they are said "ah come on Dad lets go" of
course I just simply didn't want to move at all, RaNelle get up if you
rest to long your body will began to shut down and you wont have the
strenght to draw on, either way there is a delicate balance". We watched
as other groups of young kids race by us, we felt so frustrated as we
moved so slowly, watching them sneer with a boast at the fact that they were
gaining advancement on us. We all seemed to have this need to make the
ascent with speed and perfection except for my Father, he seemed quiet
and focused. As we neared the top my feet now hurt with every step not
only by the blisters, but by the needles from the pine trees that had
pierced my foot. I could see that the top was covered with snow and
the last mile would have to be a barefoot, the whole time I had
complained with real misery and true whining at its best. My dad again
asked us to stop I was now exhausted and wanted to simply give up, I
saw a few of the groups ahead and noticed that they had been the ones
that pasted us up earlier but stopped at the point of the snow, it was there too
that they no longer had the strength to carry on, they had not taken
the time to reserve the energy needed to allow there bodies to adjust
and when they had finally taken a short rest they remained stopped for
way to long, you could see there expressions of total defeat. As we
passed my Father then said "you know its in your attitude is were the
key to success lies, knowing how to balance out the hike upward, and
most of all the largest reason for this hike was so that you could
learn the JOY in the journey. Making the last little bit had to come
from me, the determination had now filled my heart, my soul seemed to
want to rise to the occasion. In the last yard I no longer felt pain
nor the cold bitter snow, I saw the goal in sight. There at the top of
the world I entered my name on the list of those who had made the peak
of Mount Whitney. I don't even remember the hike down. What I do now
know is that in our journey to be perfect and work hard to get to the
top we forget that its in the journey. If we have worn ourselves down,
emotional burned out, pushed by others to beat them, then we find that

we are out harmony of heavenly assistants, we have not learned the lessons

the Savior has taught that man MIGHT have JOY perfection is not the goal,

standing tall and filled with that wonderful feeling of freedom and achievement

at the top is the ultimate high.

BOOK FESTIVAL WOW

What a wonderful day, we got there and got a little lost trying to find the building. A little bit of the blonde thing going on there, well don't tell anyone but a lot of it is gray now, but we made it. Thank goodness Lyamn got to the room first, he gave a wonderful introduction. The room was packed and they had to bring in more chairs. The spirit was sweet, that is the only way I can say it. Those who attended were such amazing souls. I enjoyed getting to know each one of those who attended, everyone had such incredible stories and lives to share. My hopes are that they will post them here. Tears by all were shed, and love poured out. What great love I have for all to whom I was able to speak to. Thank you for your precious hugs, you have no idea how much they mean to me. Thank you for coming look forward to seeing you again. After a wonderful lunch with friends, we had a chance to visit some local Native American Sites, bumpy roads, and wonderful conversation with my Ute brother who shared wonderful stories with us. My goals are still steady in doing all I can to preserve these ancient sites.

DRAMA

I got several calls and text last night out of no where, with no promting. "RaNelle what ever happens don't spiral emotionally, and dont get distracted by some one elses DRAMA stay the course". Interesting they had no idea of what I am going through, or do they know the other that also sent me a message. Actually I am at great peace but they know the spirit and sense a storm. I listened with the spirit and trust them.

Its seems as though we all have in some form a act playing out in our lives somewhere. It cant be avoided its a part of the human experience. It is this very nature that the first writings were done, in hopes to explain the stories we all play out.
I cant help but realize this fact every time I go to Barnes and Nobles I look across the store, an estimated thirty thousand books are published every month. That does not include private distribution, you can triple that number. It is in our attempts to record the journeys that lead us through some of the most interesting tells that cover every area of emotions and interest. You would think with all of the many years and history we would have every answer to solve lifes mysteries and world peace.
My gosh! I remember the first book I read in school, I still have it.
See Jane, see Jane go, these where the first words I read. It is hard for me to express the importance that books have played in our lives and how quickly we forget.
Now as the world is winding up some of the most dramatic scenes ever inacted, we need to know that there are solutions, with the knowledge that is out there and most importantly from above.
We can know that as we travel and move along it is vital that during the day we need to stop and contemplate on where we are on our road map, many have traveled similar paths, maybe we need to look at another map. Is it important for us to pick up our pace, or slow down.
We most reflect on where we are going, what needs to be handled and how to direct our life. The world now more then ever before is being hit with so much DRAMA!!! and it is for us to remain on the course we were brought here to do. The compass lies deep within our souls the messages so soft and gentle that it takes silencing all the world and its trappings to prepare for the next steps.
We could stop and look at the view, breath deeply, silence our soul in prayer and direction from the one who stands on top as he echoes in our ears, and march forward with greater resolve to become stronger.
Remember you never know how many people are watching and observing your journey the top or those who are taking the hike with you.Or do you care way to much about what other think about it. Are there stragglers and is it your job to assist, are you suppose to lead, lend a hand, carry the load, receive instruction to deliver to another.
Examine where you have been, what you have learned, the pot holes you fell in and are you still falling in them. Have you wondered in a circle? Has the rain and the sunshine, the loss of those along the way. The tired and weary body that carried you this far, and how did you find your strength? What was important and are you living by your word, are you doing the path or did you get distracted and got off the trail and became lost and alone. Are you standing with a group of others in a mud puddle, and mud being flung at you but you cant get out until you have had the last fling, and how to get them. Is your life in bondage and in chains because it was easier to follow someone else who thinks they know whats best for you. That cant make it with out there leash around your neck. After all if you get lost its not your fault, they lead you right? Or have you cried over your journey and simply want to stop, Did you look up and see the top, and rejuvenate your hope for the Ascension. Have you just given up and followed the single rank line, looking down on the back feet and just taking each step the same way as the last at least after all the I cant get lost they seem to know the way, just follow. Have you done what your parents have always done? Did you laugh, sing enjoy the company, or complain about the hardship.
WHERE ARE YOU IN YOUR DRAMA??? when the strongest storm ever known to our history of time is about to get worse.....

Speaking

I will be speaking at a Authors Convention in southern Utah this thursday if your interested in attending please post we will make sure you get a free ticket. Next week I will be on the air with Kyle at Ktalk, keep looking I will be posting time and number that you can call in. Keep your eyes open for the my blogs to come there might be some exciting news. If you need to order books you give Jason Wallace a call at 801 310 0449. Congrats to Lee Ann, she won the Utah film festival for her short film. The film is called Bluetiful. Its a great film covering the loss of a child and dealing with autism. I would love to hear from you so send me a post.