Random thoughts from oldmcgyver

​Why I Believe in Jesus Christ When I was young, I don’t think I could have told you that I believed in Jesus Christ. I was raised by good and loving parents who taught me right from wrong. My mom would talk about Jesus, but family discussions about church and God were not frequent in our home. My dad never went to church and my mom was a Christmas and Easter church goer. But I know they believed in Christ and every summer they would put me in Vacation Bible School. I would learn songs and have lessons focused on Jesus. And even though I didn’t know it at the time, I believe my young testimony of Christ started from that experience every summer.  As an adult, Rich and I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints as a young married couple. And my testimony of Christ blossomed from there. So now, I feel like I really can answer the question I was asked to speak about: Why do I believe in Jesus Christ? I could share reasons for my testimony for a very long time, but I don’t...

🌾 We Are the Generation That Isn’t Coming Back We didn’t have much. No smartphones to keep us busy. No internet to scroll through late at night. No endless toys lined up in our bedrooms. But somehow, we had everything. We had front porches where neighbors sat and talked until the stars came out. We had bikes that carried us across town until the streetlights reminded us it was time to go home. We had dinners where every seat was filled and no one reached for a phone—because there wasn’t one. We had parents who worked hard with their hands, who didn’t always say “I love you” out loud, but proved it in every meal, every repaired shoe, every light left on so we wouldn’t walk into a dark house. We are the generation of shared blankets, borrowed sugar, and front doors that were never locked. The generation of handwritten letters, of saving every penny, of fixing instead of throwing away. We didn’t measure happiness in things. We measured it in moments. And now, as we grow o...