He Spoke I Went

At Christmas, I think about the people who have carried me through both joy and loss. If you’re reading this, you’re one of them—and I want you to know how grateful I am for you. Thank you for being willing to be your brother’s keeper, as we are gently reminded in the hymn “Lord, I Would Follow Thee.”

My faith did not come quickly or easily. It was shaped by years of searching, questioning, and hoping for something true enough to hold onto. I never wanted borrowed belief—only something I could lean on when life felt heavy.

Many of you knew Tisa. Being her companion for 27 years changed me, and losing her did too. Grief has a way of staying, but so does love. In the quiet moments when sorrow felt overwhelming, my faith in Jesus Christ became a steady presence—gentle, sustaining, and reassuring me that I was not alone, even when the road felt dark and lonely.

Alongside the Bible, the Book of Mormon has become deeply personal to me—not because it answers every question, but because it continually points me to Christ. It reminds me that He sees sorrow others can’t, and that He meets us with compassion and understanding exactly where we are.

I’m not trying to convince anyone of anything. I simply wanted to share something that has mattered deeply to me. Christmas has taught me that light still comes, even after long nights, and that hope can quietly exist alongside sorrow.

In this season of remembrance and celebration, my prayer for you is simple and heartfelt: that peace may find you, joy may stay with you, and happiness may gently grow in your life.