We learn and grow and become stronger as we face and survive the trials through which we must pass.

Be not weary in well-doing. … Out of small things proceedeth that which is great. Behold, the Lord requireth the heart and a willing mind.

Glance backward, look heavenward, reach outward, press onward

Love is the catalyst that causes change. Love is the balm that brings healing to the soul.

The temples are a refuge from life's storms even a never-failing beacon guiding us to safety.

On occasion I have observed parents shopping to clothe a son about to enter missionary service. The new suits are fitted, the new shoes are laced, and shirts, socks, and ties are bought in quantity. I met one father who said to me, 'Brother Monson, I want you to meet my son.' Pride popped his buttons; the cost of the clothing emptied his wallet; love filled his heart. Tears filled my eyes when I noticed that his [the father's] suit was old, his shoes well worn; but he felt no deprivation. The glow on his face was a memory to cherish.

Ours is the responsibility to keep our light bright for others to see and follow.