When we were in Utah, we were saying a prayer before dinner one night and of course we included you in it, but Mom said "Elder Stout" and the girls interrupted her prayer and whispered, "You mean Elder Joshy!!!!"
It may not be on the mountain height Or over the stormy sea, It may not be at the battle’s front My Lord will have need of me. But if, by a still, small voice he calls To paths that I do not know, I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine: I’ll go where you want me to go. (Hymns, no. 270)
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We hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!!!
When we were in Utah, we were saying a prayer before dinner one night and of course we included you in it, but Mom said "Elder Stout" and the girls interrupted her prayer and whispered, "You mean Elder Joshy!!!!"
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