My brother, Kris, reminded me that I hadn’t been writing in
my blog, and I agreed with him that it is high time that I share the feelings
and experiences of this place.
Today, we worked as tour guides at the Smith Farm. Although
I have walked Stafford Road, which passes through the middle of the Farm, many
times, I always sense the same, wonderful spirit as I walk down it through the farm
fields, past the apple orchard, and to the heart of the farm. I know that I am walking
where the Prophet Joseph Smith had walked countless times as a young man, and
where his mother, father, brothers, sisters, and his wife also walked. The
testimony of all those people seems to surround me, as I see the same sights
they saw. I can almost hear their voices in the fields as they worked. The Smith
family lived here for nearly 12 years, working together. They were a very close-knit
family.
As I have learned the stories told about their time here by
Lucy, the mother, and by others in the family, I have grown to sense their complete
support for their son and brother, Joseph Smith Jr. They believed that he had
seen the Father and the Son and that he was meeting with the Angel Moroni. They
saw the covered golden plates and hefted them as they helped Joseph to protect
them. His mother, father, brothers and sisters and also his wife, who knew him
very well, were willing to sacrifice everything to follow him as he left the
farm and followed the Lord’s directions.
That’s what I sense when I walk down Stafford Road, not just
Joseph but his whole family confirming that it is all true.
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