HOPE'S STORY, PART 6: "A VIDEO AND A SERIOUS COMMANDMENT"

The following journal entries from my mom made me reconsider posting Hope's story.

My fear is that, after reading the following entries, you might leave either 1) depressed 2) miserable 3) glum or 4) despondent.  The reason?  The following entries (and those that will be coming) have a way of being like a field of thorny flowers...there is a lot of "Pretty", but there is also a lot of "Ow."
I love you people and I understand your hearts are sacred places and I want to tread lightly.  And so I have censored some of the story, and altered or shortened some descriptions.  If you choose to keep reading, I COMMAND you to hear the Good, the Love, the Learning, the Humbling, the Joy, the I'll-Never-Forget-Because-I-Don't-Want-Tos in the memories as well.

COME WHAT MAY, AND LOVE IT

A wise man once said, "COME WHAT MAY, AND LOVE IT."
Actually it was his mom who said it.
And the wise man was Joseph B. Wirthlin, the grandfather of one of my dear missionary companions (I love you Katie Cannon Miller!) and someone I believe to be an apostle.  (Yes, Mormons believe that there are twelve modern day apostles today, just like in the Bible.  Think that's a little weird?  Maybe I'll talk about it later here.)