I haven’t really blogged since, well, Elder Smith came home and I quit updating http://elderjamessmith.com. Â However, now I’m blogging again since Elder Smith has left! That’s for my younger son, Elder Smith! Â http://elderjordansmith.com I may start posting here again, or, with the content that I may be posting, I may end up creating an altogether
Just not here. Life has changed a bit. All of my blogging is happening in behalf of my missionary son on elderjamessmith.com. What a crazy month he’s had–a 7.3 earthquake followed by the strongest tropical storm to ever make landfall in world history. I was told that being a parent of a missionary would be
…the dark ancestral cave, the womb from which mankind emerged into the light, forever pulls one back – but…you can’t go home again…you can’t go…back home to the escapes of Time and Memory. You Can’t Go Home Again. ― Thomas Wolfe This past week, I visited Billings, Montana.  It’s where I was born and where
I’ve been absent for a while here. Â I have wanted to post things here and there, but life has gotten busy and posting on my blog has never been top priority for me. Â Sure, it’s nice and all, and it’s fun to keep people up-to-date on what’s going on in my life, but when it
What a crazy, crazy week. Elder James Smith left the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah at around noon on Monday, 11 March, 2013. Â His mission president requested early travel for the fourteen missionaries that would be traveling together to the Philippines, Cebu mission. Â If Missionary Travel could get them there a day earlier, then
My missionary son woke up a couple of hours ago in the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah. Â He won’t wake up anywhere tomorrow morning, because he will be crossing the International Date Line and for him, there will be no morning of 12 March, 2013. Â If everything goes according to plan, he will be
I know I haven’t been around here much lately, but lately, I don’t have much positive to say, so in keeping with what my mom (and everyone else’s mom) used to say–“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”–I’m keeping quiet. Life is just hard for me right now. Â I know that
I’ve had 20 physical therapy treatments now, and I can honestly say that every single time I think it’s going to get better, they give me a new stretch or exercise that makes it hurt just as much or more as it did before. Â If I weren’t making progress, I’d probably sink into a deep,
This morning, I was followed to work by a couple I know that works in this same building. Â They followed me for several miles, and we stopped at multiple traffic lights. As I looked back in my rear view mirror, I noticed that they seemed to be having some sort of argument. Â He was doing
I have tried several times to post what I’m feeling about my son’s mission call, but I just can’t seem to. Â There don’t seem to be words that do them any justice. James has been called to serve in the Philippines, Cebu mission. Â He will be preaching the gospel in the Cebuano language and he