A few friends dropped by the other day. I hadn’t seen them in years. But the special thing was how they showed up. Their faces were full of light and I could see they had come to serve me and my family. My joy was full. I felt that I was in the presence of angels, and I was loathe for them to leave. But they had to leave.

I recall the example of the sons of Mosiah. When they were reunited after some time apart and saw that each of them were still brethren in Christ, their own joy was full.

I hadn’t had joy like that in some time. 2020 was rough. It’s good to see that there are still angels on earth and that God’s work has not ceased.