For a long time I thought the hardest seasons of my life were MISTAKES. I thought something had gone wrong. I thought I had failed God and HIS plan for me. But the story of the Provo Tabernacle changed the way I see all of it. That building had to be burned from the inside before it could become what it was meant to be. And that feels uncomfortably familiar. This last year stripped me of almost everything I thought defined me. My marriage ended. My faith was shaken. I lost my sense of identity.

12/12 Miracles Till Christmas A week before her father passed, God quietly began preparing her heart. Not with answers. Not with explanations. But with small, faithful invitations. Write. Remember. Give thanks. Notice what is still good. She didn’t know why it mattered yet. But God did. And after her father passed, the miracle didn’t end. It continued. In a Primary song. In a familiar voice. In words meant to calm a worried heart. “You’re mine.” “I’m okay.” Day 12 is a reminder that God does not