14-years-old and living very comfortably with her family in a Pennsylvania mansion, Dannie accidentally happens upon a portal transporting her back to 1849, where she becomes an unlikely participant as a member of the Underground Railroad. Knowing her home was an actual hideaway for runaway slaves, Dannie hopes to find the magic she needs to save lives as she transports back and forth between centuries. Even for a magician, saving runaway slaves would be hard, so how can a young black girl from the future grow into her role of the prophesied Little One, whose magic and heart will save thousands? And what are the chances of Dannie’s survival and return to modern times if she chooses to undertake the adventure by sneaking into slave states? Like it or not, Dannie’s portal discovery means that her life will never be the same.

Death is a very sacred experience. And in my opinion, it is generally a very personal experience. I think of the death experience much like I consider birth. It is so sacred, and so unique, and so heavenly that words cannot adequately describe it. The births of my children brought feelings I had never before known. They branded into my heart a firm testimony of the sanctity of life, Divine origin, and pure innocence. Except for the birth of one of my daughters in a teaching hospital where there was a plethora of residents, our experiences were shared only as husband and wife, with quiet doctors and nurses attending to the physical needs of our baby and me. Those births were so sacred that they created a stronger bond between us (the baby’s parents) and an instantaneous bond with our child, all the while strengthening our connection with Heavenly Father. This is how I think death is for most people. An individual sacred experience, sometimes shared with very close loved ones, and sometimes accompanied by medical professionals to assist. So it is very precious to me that my mother welcomed some, including myself, to be a part of her personal death experience. My gratitude also goes to my father who equally shared their experience as my mother exited mortality. It’s been over two years since my mother’s passing, yet what I learned, what I felt, and how I grew is still so poignant.

The Three-Cornered Blanket is fun children's story with a lesson. Della and Abby are Best Friends Forever, but more importantly they are sisters who love each other. When an argument interrupts their tranquility, they must learn a valuable life's lesson.

Verses of scripture are like power-packed vitamins. We daily feast on the scriptures as a whole…but when we take just one verse and truly treasure it, our spirits are nourished in a way that will sustain us, help us grow, and keep us firmly on our paths of progression. In this, volume II of Just One Verse, we explore the treasures found in The Book of Mormon, Mosiah 25:10. My hope is that as you read my insights you will be inspired with your own.