I am grateful that here in the basement of Liberty Jail, Joseph Smith had the ability to see beyond the four-foot walls to the possibilities of the future.
We stopped at this quiet spot, a special site dedicated for the building of a temple.
We visited this quiet place. I enjoyed only a few minutes, sitting an thinking on a large, flat rock, before needing to move on.
Our last church history stop was to the monument housing the mill stone of Haun's Mill, a place of terrible tragedy for the members of our church, but a place where faith survived ugliness.
I am not sure I need frequent pilgrimages of this sort, and perhaps I wouldn't have visited these spots had they not been on my cross country route. However, my gratitude for the time to stop and see them was full. I was strengthened by the narratives and I felt more committed to the Gospel truths that link me to the people in these stories.




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