Everyday when I come home from work, and turn down the road to my house I am always inspired by the Red Mountain ( top picture). It towers over my little town. It has been through winds, storms, hot sun, cold winters and even a landslide or two, but it stands strong and beautiful. We all have those times when we're pretty darn sure we will not make it, that we will succumb to the anxiety, panic, fears, tiredness, feeling overwhelmed with heartache and worry. I just have to think that I just need to take one more step forward, sometimes I go backward, but then I get up and take that tiny step forward. My sister, Sylvia died last Friday morning. She was in so much pain. The tumors in her pancreas were more than could be counted. No pain medicine worked. I prayed that she be released from the pain, and she was. While contemplating what she went through, and what others go through, I thought of Jesus Christ and the pain he went through in the Garden of Gethsemane taking on all of our sins, our problems, our pains. I can't even imagine the pain he went through for all of us, and I can't tell you the depth of my feeling for our Savior and what he does for me each and everyday. I know my sister is now free of pain and has much joy to be with those that have gone on before her. My sister Sylvia, you are precious to me, and I will see you again when my time comes.