This afternoon while I was at work listening to Pandora and sending out emails to conference speakers, my mind just started thinking about Denver, and my heart started missing that place. I don’t really know what triggered it, but for about an hour this afternoon I really missed Denver. I lived in Denver for about 6 months when I was 22. I was serving as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Nauvoo Visitors’ Center with about 20 other missionaries. In the middle of my mission, I was sent to the Colorado Denver South Mission to experience missionary life away from a visitors’ center. The experience was eye-opening for many reasons. I spent four and a half of those six months serving in inner-city Denver. I learned so much being in an environment that was so foreign to me.
In Denver I had a lot of time to think. As I walked through the beautiful, brisk Colorado air, my mind would often be pondering the purpose of life, faith, hope, integrity, consecration, service, etc. I learned much during these quiet times. It was this time of year that I prepared to leave for Denver. Perhaps it was the first glimpse of fall air we had today that reminded me of this time. In Denver I really learned that life is beautiful when you put others first and allow God to work miracles in your life.