Kenneth R. Hardman
Stories of God's hand—seen across generations
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Along with the clouds which poured-out all the way back home, the Lord’s spirit poured-out peace to our souls having been on his errand Sister and Elder Hardman at Hana Branch Being 7:00 AM on a Sunday, we owned the Hana Highway. Only ‘Mongo,’ (my name for each mongoose who ran across the road) triggered sudden taps…
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From a dark and dreary place, they come to the tree, taste of the fruit, and feel joy and peace, the love of God Like the “man…in a white robe” in Lehi’s dream, the Book of Mormon gently but persistently beckons me. Recently I followed those beckoning’s and found myself shadowing Lehi through his “dark…
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It give me pause, but I am anxious to live and serve and love Wednesday. Light rain darkened the pavement as we stepped through the occupied parking lot toward the Emergency Room. We didn’t hurry. The security officer nodded as we passed. Through the narrow window in the waiting-room door, faces turned, then watch as…
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A glimpse of the eventual joy of God’s beautifully orchestrated steps Last week we spoke about knowing Christ more deeply by walking with him, by striving to serve others as he would. We also likened him to wearing hearing aids, hearing and observing again and anew as we purposely enable sounds we have lost or…
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Like hearing true sounds once again with hearing aids, we feel deeper truth as we walk with Christ Elder and Sister Marriott teaching Institute Elder and Sister Greenhalgh teaching English Between each tone, I could hear my breath as I sat in the quiet audiologist’s sound booth for a hearing test. They tested my left…
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Dear family and friends, Great news from family this week. Emma, Jaxon, and our grandson Freddie live in Virginia while Jaxon is in medical school. During our weekly family Zoom call, little Freddie was wearing a proud smile and a “big brother” tee-shirt. Emma and Jaxon confirmed with smiles (amidst that look of morning sickness)…
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We felt overwhelmed lately. With several emotional commitments each week (addiction recovery program [ARP], emotional resilience class, youth trek preparation, Sunday School class…), on Saturday I selfishly wondered if our usual guest might be too busy to come to our meeting. I thought, “Perhaps they won’t come on Valentines Day.” I was wrong. As we…
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Life is filled with many ‘ones.’ There’s that next ‘one’ beach or bay not yet visited. There’s that personal feeling of one-on-one with God, or even with a loving priesthood leader. There’s the ‘one’ who comes alone to addiction recovery group but still feels Gods love for them, the one. There’s the ‘one’ who lifts…
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As each wave broke over the rugged lava-rocks, a distinctive clatter emerged from the retreating swell. Pausing for a moment on the black-sand beach, the unique sound explained the contrasting smooth pebbles beneath our feet. The next wave broke and then again the sound of tumbling pebbles beneath the water, nature invisibly refining from rough…
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“Brothers and Sisters, we are on sacred ground.” At the end of each Addiction Recovery Program (ARP) meeting, we have the responsibility and blessing of sharing our “testimony of the church, of the ARP, and of the Savior and His Atonement.” Monday night we were very touched by the Step 9 readings, discussion, and tender…
Kenneth R. Hardman 