Today is Pioneer Day, and again I marvel at the faith and fortitude of those early Saints who were chased from their homes under order of extermination or mobs of injustice and hatred to found a beautiful home in this mountain desert. I cannot even imagine the life of a farmer, let alone the trek leading up to the plowing and the planting and the plucking up of that which was planted. I wonder at my own faith as I think of them, burying their loved ones along the way and singing "And should we die, before our journey's through, All is well; all is well!" One thing kept them moving--FAITH that it was the Lord's will. The pioneer faith and fortitude is celebrated this weekend in Salt Lake City, Utah, and around the world. We can be told how we are today's pioneers, but I think little can compare with families and converts who sold or gave away all that they had and marched across the Plains to this salty mountain desert. I honor my own progenitors who were numbered among the faithful who came--mothers who buried their children under sea and under rocks, fathers who left their lands, language, and loved ones. "Blessed, honored Pioneer!"
The picture is from the beautiful Yosemite Park where we vacationed earlier this month.
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