By My Fruits Ye Shall Know Them

Melyissa had looked out the window, she had just been told by her family that if she had joined any other church besides their church, she would be thrown out. That had torn Melyissa's heart apart as she was torn apart from her church family or her real family who would have nothing to do with her if she had joined a church.

"You are not to join the Mormons, I forbid you Mel, don't you think about it for one second!" Mel had remembered her father's words.

Tears formed her eyes as she packed all of her things, she would be homeless but she was not going to stay here and be torn apart from her family.

As Melyissa had boarded the bus, she had went to the church and was baptized, then Melyissa had grabbed for her passport and had given it to a man to show that she was leaving France forever, once she reached America, she would be free for once in her life.

"Oh God. If you're there, please help me be strong. Please help my family under stand why I had to do this" Melyissa had said as she then had closed her eyes and she knew that her life was going to be different for the rest of her life.

Goodbye Loren

It was clearly the day that the Billard family knew that they were going to loose their child. But the Billard family were not going to give up hope, and though they were told that Loren would not live another day. The Billard family knew that God was there and that God could do all things if possible. It was a stormy night as Emilia had a feel that her sister was going to die today. With tears in her eyes she had pleaded in a song A CHILD'S PRAYER. In singing this song, she hoped that God would hear and answer her prayer.

Heavenly Father,
Are you Really there?
And Do you hear and answer every child's prayer?
Some say that heaven is faraway, but I feel it
close around me, each time I pray. Heavenly Father
I remember now. Something that Jesus told deciples
long ago. Suffer the children to come to me. Father
in prayer I coming now to thee.
-Amen

Sometimes we cannot understand what things happen like they happen. But one thing to know that no one is alone in this, everyone has lost someone that they have loved very dearly to their hearts. Though the Billard family had lost their beloved family member, they had only lost her on earth, she had only went away from her mortal body but she had went beyond the veil. Sometimes we all just need a little bit more faith.

Dear Little Sir

Dear Little Sir
© Mary Church



Dear Little sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where children play with safety all around them.

Dear Little sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where there is no war involved.

Dear Little Sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where everyone is greeted kindly with a smile.

Dear Little Sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where there is no tensions around.

Every time I look beyond the river.
I always yearn to be over there.

Dear Little Sir what is on your mind?
That you too secretly want to be over
there with everybody else.

Romance At Church

It was the fourth month of the seventh day of the year two thousand and eight, when the Bishop had anounced there was going to be a BALL at the church. Everyone was to wear something that fit in the era of Joseph and Emma Smith. But the clothes had to be modest and with the youth also going to be there, the bishop had wanted it to be extra special.

All the girls had stared at each other as they had waited their turn to sing at the pulpit, with the excitement in their hearts they had tried to settle down. Dancing with the guys that were in the singles branch in the ward was going to be the most exciting thing, especially when there was going to be a band there at the stadium that the bishop had made special reserves there, the band was going to be a complete surprise and it would even excite some of the girls that had made the right gueses.

But as sacrement meeting had ended a curtain girl had stayed away in the crowd, she had felt uneasy around people and had wanted to go home. She had no friends at all and she had not been treated right, but a certain handsome fellow had came to her with a big smile and had said "May I escort you to sunday school?" the boy from the singles branch had asked as the girl had smiled shyly and nodded. "Thank you" the girl replied as the boy had taken her to sunday school which was going to be held with the singles. The girl had smiled, maybe church was going to be great after all!

Oldaio (a cinderella story)

It was a beautiful fall day as Miranda had looked out the window, it was just like she had dreamed it would be. The colors were very colorful and it was a beautiful sight to see at last.

Although the weatherman had said there would be slight chances of snow, that did not bother Miranda one bit, at least for now. Miranda was looking out the window of her bedroom, the attic had been created into a room when Miranda's father remarried after the late death of Miranda's mother. Collier James Palmer was a sucessful businessman who had made top dollar on every single thing that he had made, his second wife was said to be the hated woman in the world, if anyone knew her they would not even bother to call on her.

Melissa Rounder Palmer the second wife of Collier was very proud and had thought of her daughters the only beautiful daughters in the world, she had counted Miranda as a low dirt girl who did not know where she had came from. Melissa was six foot four, weighing one hundred and sixty-two pounds with having not a single freckle nor a single pimple nothing on her body except for her thick hair that was ontop of her head, her eyes blue like the sea and her hair a extreme bleach color blond that would blind your eyes if you had ever seen it in the light, her skin is very pale and if you had seen her then you would probably think she is a ghost of how pale she is. Even though she is like a devil's angel by her actions, but her voice sounds like a angel singing when she sings. Her "opera" vibrato voice would make you melt.

But the distractions is that her nose sticks out cricked and is rather large and her lips looked like they had been smashed in the door as how big the lips look like. No matter how awful or beautiful she may look her actions towards her step-daughter is very cruel indeed as it is, and though Collier could do nothing for Miranda was forbidden not to say a word, somehow and some way Miranda's wish will come true.

Hanson The Custard Maker

Once upon a dream there was a man name Buster Hanson, in the land far faraway Buster was the custard maker in the land.

Hanson had made the best custard ever that everywhere he went everyone asked about his recipes and how he had made such great tastes.

Even the King Joseph had looked at Hanson with great affection of kindness.

Anyone who hated Hanson's work and hated Hanson would have to stick up to the town, which everywhere Hanson went the King would send one of his most valient men to be with Hanson so he would not get harmed.

Hanson had started cooking at the age of five when his mother had gotten very sick, and his father was away at war who ended up dead the next day.

If you had ever the chance to taste a custard then think of those good times in a land far of the most faraway place in a tiny village where Hanson the custard maker making the best of the very best custards ever.


THE END!

The Mission

Prologue

This is a story about a missionary who is preparing for a mission.

But the thing is he needs to be ready in order to be ready when the time comes.

As you ready the story, look for clues and answers that you can prepare yourself to be able to prepare yourself to go on a mission when you are a "mission" age.

Have fun! and Keep READING!

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It was a beautifull Fall day as Andrew looked out the window, he could see his younger siblings chase each other around the old oak tree.

Andrew had smiled to himself remembering when he was little of how he played just like that with his father when he was little. But that was many years ago and he would be turning nineteen and that meant he would be going on a mission very soon.

Even though they lived on a farm, and were the poorest family maybe past being dirt poor.

With his mother due to have her seventh child and with the hospital expense because of his brother's heart problem, things were different.

Andrew had sighed hoping that life would turn out just like he wanted it to become and hoped it would turn out like the way HE wanted it to happen.

The door had knocked as Andrew had gotten up seeing his fifteen year old sister standing there watching her brother, LydiaMarie was Andrew's very favorite sister and they were close. Andrew had seen his sister had turn from being a tomboy to turning into a beautiful young woman.

Andrw was so amazed at her testimony and how quickly boys had started to turn their heads as they had seen Andrew's younger sister LydiaMarie.

Andrew had thought it was amazing that LydiaMarie was turning sixteen.

She was five years younger than him and she was the second oldest to the rest of the younger children. "Thinking about going on a mission Andrew is that why you haven't come for breakfast?" LydiaMarie asked of which Andrew had nodded.

LydiaMarie could sense something was wrong and if you were sad deep down then she would have you sit down and have you talk what the problem was about. Andrew had started what he had thought what he had thought was important until LydiaMarie had just stared at him.

"Andrew, God has given us a family and yes we are poor but he has asked young men like you to serve a mission. There are people out there that need a Andrew Joseph Jackson out there. And if you don't go then think of the people you would have taught. What would happen to them?

Andrew I am happy for you to go and experience the life that would change you forever. Alice told me that you guys have talked about you going on a mission. She understands. She wants you to go and become God's tool. You had always wanted to be a missionary when we were little.

Don't ever lower your standards for a girl who doesn't want you to go on a mission but you should date someone who would encourage you to go on a mission. Yes being poor is hard Andrew. But face the fact that God needs you to do his work. We will be fine. I can promise you that for sure"

LydiaMarie had finished what she said putting her arms around her brother's waist and smiled at him. Andrew had smiled back knowing that he was sure darn thankful for the girl who was helping him becoming the man he was suppose to become.