Where was Kris last Saturday morning?

Driving to Arizona all by herself.
The early morning sky was glorious.




This fella is the reason I drove to Arizona. This is Steele. He is our oldest grandchild. He was ordained a deacon and passed the sacrament for the first time last Sunday.


He looked like a young man in his new suit.
He fulfilled his assignment reverently; not making a single mistake. He looked confident but later he told me his legs were trembling.

Although I am old enough to be his grandma and have watched the sacrament blessed and passed for many years the authority to do so is not mine. With humility and gratitude I accepted the emblems of Christ's atonement via the hand of a darling 12 year old grandson with tears in my eyes.