Kenneth R. Hardman

Stories and songs of God's hand—seen across generations

Category: Seeing God’s Hand

Stories and songs about recognizing God’s guidance—in promptings, people, unexpected circumstances, and the quiet details of life.

  • Stories, Essays, and Poetry from Latter-day Saints My essay, “Instruments to Glimpse into the Heart of the Messiah,” was just published in, “Instruments in Gods’s Hands,” the 2026 LDSPMA Anthology. LDSPMA (Latter-day Saints in Publishing, Media & the Arts) are members and friends of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and has the…

  • (a personal five minute story) On Sunday, June 22, 2003, our nephew Andrew York was lost in the Colorado River near Moab. We were deeply saddened and wanted to help. Some family members went immediately while others gathered in Provo and prayed. By evening there was no good news, Andrew was presumed to have drowned.…

  • I am grateful for my life. I’m grateful for medical professionals who help me manage several conditions that need regular attention either by medication, eating differently, or exercising more. I’m humbled but blessed to live healthy enough to do most of the things I want to do with family, friends, and in service for God’s…

  • After attending our first Addiction Recovery Program (ARP) Meetings as new service missionary Group Leaders, I wrote in my journal, “I was deeply touched by Godly love for each of the [participants] who shared their recovering experiences.” It was in American Fork, Utah as we were on a brief trip home to take care of…

  • (Author Note – This is an update from the author. Please scroll down for more stories) With sweat down our backs and dirt under our fingernails, we contemplated in Martin’s Cove, pushed and pulled up Rocky Ridge, were pelted by hail at Rock Creek Hollow, and felt the aid of angels. Every year more groups…

  • Joan spent part of her 1977 summer working at Flaming Gorge, and the Uintah’s. “One evening I was happy to receive the assignment to take mail and supplies to trail workers a few miles up the mountain. After I made the delivery, the sun began to set. I walked quickly to get down the mountain,…

  • The fog settled over the immigrant ship American Congress off the shores of Newfoundland. The sun did not shine, nor provide navigational reference for the crew. James Keep and his wife Ann, three daughters, and one grand-baby were sailing for Zion with 350 Saints. While on deck, James looked forward for a time, then aft,…