A collateral line refers to ancestors from whom you don’t directly descend, but that are still in your ancestral family. Such as aunts, cousins or your 5th Great Grandmother’s siblings.
I was terribly shy in high school, always afraid of saying something wrong or making a fool of myself. Only my closest of friends knew how silly and lively I could be (I’d like to add vivacious and dynamic…witty…a snappy dresser…um, where was I? Oh yeah.). Only around them would I let my guard down.
“Now, brethren, I want to make it clear that I am not prophesying, that I am not predicting years of famine in the future. But I am suggesting that the time has come to get our houses in order….That’s all I have to say about it, but I wish to say it with all the emphasis of which I am capable” (Ensign, November 1998, p. 53).
When I was younger I didn’t find it too hard to make friends. I had a group of close friends who ate lunch together and hung out on Friday nights. And then I had my one or two very best friends.
How much do you look into your children’s eyes? No, not just glance their way, but actually look deeply into your son’s or daughter’s eyes while talking to them?
I remember sitting in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) years ago, listening to a powerful speaker talk about the Bible and its history. I was a new missionary, surrounded by hundreds of other missionaries. One of the church’s leaders (called a General Authority) was speaking with great knowledge in front of all of us.