Food On The Way

Amidst the terribly hostilities in Missouri that would put the Prophet in Liberty Jail and see thousands of Latter-day Saints driven from their homes, Sister Drusilla Hendricks and her invalid husband, James, who had been shot by enemies of the Church in the Battle of Crooked River, arrived with their children at a hastily shaped dugout in Quincy, Illinois, to live out the spring of that hallowing year.

Within two weeks the Hendrickses were on the verge of starvation, having only one spoonful of sugar and a saucerful of cornmeal remaining in their possession.
IN the great tradition of LDS women, Drusilla made mush out of it for James and the children, thus stretching its contents as far as she could make it go.
When that small offering was consumed by her famished family, she washed everything, cleaned their little dugout as thoroughly as she could, and quietly waited to die.

Not long thereafter the sound of a wagon brought Drusilla to her feet.
It was their neighbor Reuben Allred.
He said he had a feeling they were out of food, so on his way into town he'd had a sack of grain ground into meal for them.

Shortly thereafter Alexander Williams arrived with two bushels of meal on his shoulder.
He told Drusilla that he'd been extremely busy but the Spirit had whispered to him that "Brother Hendricks' family is suffering, so I dropped everything and came [running]."

May God, who has blessed all of us so mercifully and many of us so abundantly, bless us with one thing more.
May he bless us to hear the often silent cries of the sorrowing and the afflicted, the downtrodden, the disadvantaged, the poor.
Indeed may he bless us to hear the whisperings of the Holy Spirit when any neighbor anywhere "is suffering," and to "drop everything and come running."
I pray in the name of the captain of the poor, even the Lord Jesus Christ, amen.

Jeffrey R. Holland -A Handful of Meal and a Little Oil -April 1996 General Conference

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

My friend Mirleki was in the store, looking at a cage with a couple of Winter White hamsters in them. She stopped me, asking "Is this hamster okay?" pointing to one of them. It wasn't moving quite right and looked like it's stomach was a bit bulgy. I felt it, but couldn't tell for sure what was wrong. And Mirleki was like "poor thing! I want to get it!"
Then came the revelation from who knows where, that this particular hamster was a female....when it should have been a male, as we only had male hamsters in the store...supposedly. But this female, was pregnant. I think the number 15 flashed through my mind. And so she would need a lot of care and such for her and her babies. And Mirleki was all willing to do it, and because it was such an unusual situation, and we couldn't sell the female hamster, I gave it to Mirleki....

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D