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Posted on LDSBlogs.comApril 6, 2008 by Candace E. Salima · Leave a CommentFiled under: Prophets, Teachings of the Prophets Gordon B. Hinckley, the 15th called prophet of these modern times, wrote a poem several years ago that I just heard for the first time today. The words are so heartfelt, and because I’ve felt death so recently, it hit me particularly hard. What is this thing called deathThis quiet passing in the night?Tis not the end but genesisof better worlds and greater light. O God, touch Thou my aching heartAnd calm my troubled, haunting fears.Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,Give strength and peace beyond my tears. There is no death, but only change,With recompense for vict’ry won.The gift of Him who loved all men,The Son of God, the Holy One. These gentle words of poetry spoken by a prophet of God pierced my soul. They brought remembrance of who I was before: One of the most precious things given to us, I believe, is the knowledge of who we were... Read the rest of this entry »

Posted on LDSBlogsby Candace E. Salimaon 26 June 2008 This is a subject I speak about with great reverence and gratitude to our Father in Heaven. Life can be very difficult, even unbearable, at times. There are moments when we are drowning in the darkness and despair and feel as if there is no light, no hope left in the world. This is never as our Heavenly Father intended it to be. He intended these to be times of reaching toward the heavens and trusting in Him and His Son, Jesus Christ, to get us through. Many years ago, President David O. McKay, the ninth prophet called in these modern times, told of a desperate time in Mormon history: Some years ago President David O. McKay told from this pulpit of the experience of some of those in the Martin handcart company. Many of these early converts had emigrated from Europe and were too poor to buy oxen or horses and a wagon. They were forced by their poverty to pull handcarts containing all of their belongings across the plains by their... Read the rest of this entry »

Posted on Dream a little dream…by Candace E. Salimaon 13 October 2009 Valor Publishing Group is so delighted to announce the first of six books to be released in March of 2010. The Sapphire Flute, Book 1 of 7 in the Wolfchild Saga is the debut novel of author, Karen Hoover. It has been 3,000 years since a white mage has been seen upon Rasann. In the midst of a volcanic eruption miles outside of her village, Ember discovers she can see magic and change the appearance of things at will. Against her mother’s wishes, she leaves for the mage trials only to be kidnapped before arriving. In trying to escape,she discovers she has inherited her father’s secret–a secret that places her in direct conflict with her father’s greatest enemy. At the same time, Kayla is given guardianship of the sapphire flute and told not to play it. The evil mage C’Tan has been searching for it for decades and the sound alone is enough to call her. For the flute to be truly safe, Kayla... Read the rest of this entry »

We’ve had some great coverage from both the national and local newspapers … remember, tomorrow is the day: Lakeridge Junior High Football Field951 South 400 WestOrem, UT Details at Patriot’s Day Tea Party blog. Washington TimesTime for a Tea PartyA Drive to Restore Fiscal Sanity and true division of powers by Candace E. SalimaFriday – July 3, 2009 Americans citizens have had enough already. The course the nation’s government has taken over the past few decades has slowly slid away from the U.S. Constitution and the rule of law. The executive, legislative and judicial branches are running roughshod over the American people. It was only a matter of time before the American spirit rose up to fight against the rogue federal government; the T.E.A. (Taxed Enough Already) movement grew out of that vital American spirit. — Read More - and - Washington TimesEditorial: July 4 Tea PartiesProtesting Big Government on July 4th by James S. RollinsFriday – July... Read the rest of this entry »

Oh No, I have to wear that!by Candace E. Salimaposted 19 January 2009on Dream a little dream… So, my sister has convinced me to participate in her upcoming Twist ‘n Shout Spring Concert. This is my sister’s company and I’m so proud of her and I just couldn’t say no. Especially since this number was my idea. Hey, I’m a Mama Mia fan, what can I say. Loved the movie. Loved the music. So I opened my big mouth and told my sister she HAD to have the Super Trouper number at her next concert. That came back to bite me on my proverbial bottom! She asked if I’d sing the numbers, oh yeah, she threw in Dancing Queen, with her and another woman. I was worried, but I went ahead and said yes. I haven’t sung in public in over 10 years . . . well, I sang with my siblings at my father’s funeral, but I’m pretty sure that was it! I was worried about that until I saw the costume! Holy crud! Silver lame (lamay), bell bottoms, oh the horror! Me and... Read the rest of this entry »

Recipe: Bread Machine Cinnamon Rollsby Candace E. SalimaPosted 6 January 2009on Dream a little dream… I just adore warm, gooey cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. We used to have a Cinnabon in our town, but they pulled up stakes and moved on out. Guess they didn’t like the new terms of their lease with the mall they were located in. It was a sad, sad day for all of us cinnamon rolls fans when they left. Really, Christmas shopping just isn’t the same without taking a break at the Cinnabon! Years and years ago I had a fantastic recipe for cinnamon rolls but it somehow was lost in the shuffle of many moves. I began searching again and found another that was okay, but not as good as I remembered and began to fiddle. Yeah, I know, that’s what I do. Here’s one recipe I’m fond of, although it still isn’t just quite right. But it is pretty darn good. So enjoy . . . there’s just nothing like warm cinnamon rolls. Mmmmmm. Cinnamon Rolls 1 C warm milk... Read the rest of this entry »

A New Year’s Eve Taleby C.L. Beckposted 29 December, 2008on Write Up My Alley New Year’s Eve—a time for setting goals and reviewing past events. Or for sitting in the dark because the power disappeared in a blinding flash. Well, maybe not exactly a flash—more like a few winks and a blink. “It’s hard to believe it’s New Year’s Eve,” I said to my husband, Russ. “How shall we celebrate?” He twisted from side to side, reminiscent of something from “The Exorcist” and said with a groan, “I’m celebrating by lying on a heating pad. My back’s killing me.” “Old fogey,” I muttered, stretching out on the TV room couch for a pre-bedtime nap. It’s hard to snooze, though, when someone in the room keeps muttering and groaning. Not to mention the noise Russ was making. I sat up and peeked through the curtains. The falling rain had turned to icy snow in the dark. “What year are we moving into?” I asked. “I’m not sure—maybe 2005,” Russ said. That’s... Read the rest of this entry »