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1 Nephi 1: 6-15
The wind and rain raged outside, the kitchen bulb above me was the only light on that late evening, and I sat alone at our worn wooden table staring at the page. My home meant everything to me - my girls, my husband - and to lose it was a pain I didn't want to imagine. There, in the aged verses before me, Lehi painted a harrowing scene of his home's destruction. Yet, amidst the threatened ashes and turmoil, his spirit soared in hope, drawn to the light that outshined the devastation. Delve into this episode and witness the unyielding faith of a prophet, steadfast in the face of loss, anchored by a deep promise where ancient trials meet timeless hope.
By Sarah Vee Barlow1 Nephi 1: 6-15
The wind and rain raged outside, the kitchen bulb above me was the only light on that late evening, and I sat alone at our worn wooden table staring at the page. My home meant everything to me - my girls, my husband - and to lose it was a pain I didn't want to imagine. There, in the aged verses before me, Lehi painted a harrowing scene of his home's destruction. Yet, amidst the threatened ashes and turmoil, his spirit soared in hope, drawn to the light that outshined the devastation. Delve into this episode and witness the unyielding faith of a prophet, steadfast in the face of loss, anchored by a deep promise where ancient trials meet timeless hope.