One Glamorous Daisy

For three days the paper daisy lay on the piano waiting for a more-deserved spot, some place where it could remind me of the message brought by my visiting teachers a few days earlier.

I found the answer in my gloomy kitchen. Its dingy, white cabinets were scratched, out-of-date, and boring. The unmatched chairs around the table and the tarnished toaster only made the cupboards look worse. What a perfect place to plant a flower!

Two pairs of flowered pillow cases, cut in half, hemmed, and decorated with ribbon transformed the backs of my kitchen chairs. From the remaining cloth I made a toaster cover. Even the cabinets looked better in their cheery surroundings.

And the Relief Society blossom taped to my refrigerator reminds me that help and inspiration come in a thousand different ways—even a single blossom can make a garden. Carolyn J. Freebairn, Salt Lake City, Utah

Healing Silence

It was early spring, and rain had pelted our area for weeks. Each morning as I looked at the darkened clouds, my spirits dipped lower.

One day, to escape a depression that was engulfing me, I decided to drive out to our farm to see just how serious the rain situation was. I parked my car at the gate, slipped on an old pair of boots, and started the climb up the mountain that borders the farm. At the top I sat down on a rock and watched the heavy clouds push their way across the valley.

Suddenly I was aware of the absolute, uninterrupted silence around me. No people, no roaring cars, no jangling phones. I noticed tiny heads of the season’s first flowers, the lushness of the grass, and the clustered tree buds just beginning to burst open. A robin landed on a nearby post and began to sing.

As I watched the robin, the low-hanging clouds above me broke apart. There, spanning the valley, appeared the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. Perhaps it was the silence, perhaps it was the unexpected rainbow. But my Heavenly Father seemed so close that I felt if I just reached upward, I would surely touch Him.

As I walked down the mountainside I had a renewed faith that all things work out for our own good; the rain-sodden fields no longer seemed such a threat. I had recognized God’s hand in the creation of this world, and I knew all was well. Aney B. Chatterton, Soda Springs, Idaho