

Elder M. Russell Ballard said: Life isn’t always easy. At some point in our journey we may feel much as the pioneers did as they crossed Iowa—up to our knees in mud, forced to bury some of our dreams along the way. We all face rocky ridges, with the wind in our face and winter coming on too soon. Sometimes it seems as though there is no end to the dust that stings our eyes and clouds our vision. Sharp edges of despair and discouragement jut out of the terrain to slow our passage. Always, there is a Devil’s Gate, which will swing wide open to lure us in. Those who are wise and faithful will steer a course as far from such temptation as possible, while others—sometimes those who are nearest and dearest to us—succumb to the attraction of ease, comfort, convenience, and rest. Occasionally we reach the top of one summit in life, as the pioneers did, only to see more mountain peaks ahead, higher and more challenging than the one we have just traversed. Tapping unseen reservoirs of faith and endurance, we, as did our forebears, inch ever forward toward that day when our voices can join with those of all pioneers who have endured in faith, singing: “All is well! All is well!” (Hymns, no. 30).
And how will we feel then, as we stand shoulder to shoulder with the great pioneers of Church history? How will they feel about us? Will they see faith in our footsteps? I believe they will, particularly as they view our lives and experiences from the expanded perspective of eternity. Although our journeys today are less demanding physically than the trek of our pioneers 150 years ago, they are no less challenging. Certainly it was hard to walk across a continent to establish a new home in a dry western desert. But who can say if that was any more difficult than is the task of living faithful, righteous lives in today’s confusingly sinful world, where the trail is constantly shifting and where divine markers of right and wrong are being replaced by political expediency and diminishing morality. The road we travel today is treacherous, and the scriptures tell us it will continue to be so until the very end. But our reward will be the same as that which awaits worthy pioneers of all ages who live faithfully the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ, make right choices, and give their all to build the kingdom of God on earth.
“One day I got into a slough, having the children in the cart, I could not get out. One after another passed me by and left me; brothers and sisters passed neither had hardly sufficient strength to get along themselves. When the last cart came along, a sister ran out of her cart and helped me out. Then of course, I could not catch up with the company so it was late and dark before I got into camp. The wolves were howling around me but they did not come too close and I got in all right.”
“At Devil’s Gate John’s feet began to freeze severely. I cannot remember the names of places. It was after wading a very wide river. The freezing commenced. We had no wood, only sagebrush. I went out and cut the sage to keep a fire all night. Covered you all with your feet to the fire and heads covered over. Then I went out and cut more sagebrush and kept the fire as well as I could. My clothes were frozen stiff like starched clothing. Well, we got through the night.”
“We had to go back to one quarter pound of flour very soon and he (her husband Joseph) failed fast under this short ration and hard strain on his bodily strength. I think he would not have died if we could have gotten food, but he was spared the trial. We went to bed about 3 o’clock, he put his arm around me and said, “I am done”, and breathed his last. We sewed him up in a quilt with his clothes on. In the early morning your father was buried with eight other men in one grave. I stood like a statue bewildered, in tears, the cold chills even now as I write. It creeps over my body and it seems I can still hear and see the wolves waiting for their bodies. As they would come down to camp before we were very far away. I again went into the harness and pulled the cart; all that could had to work to get to the wagons.”
Her nightly schedule: “When we got into camp, I would clear the snow away with a tin plate, gather my wood, get my bed clothes from the wagon. I was too weak to haul much. Then I would get my allowance of flour, then pack the children to the fire and make their bed on the ground. The tent was so frozen and the ground so hard we could not set the tent up. I think it was 2 weeks we were without a tent.”
Elizabeth had to cut off parts of her 4 year-old son, Robert's, frozen feet with her scissors until most of his feet were gone. Robert later wore leather pads on his knees and learned to walk on his knees. The Martin Handcart Co., along with Elizabeth and her 4 children, was eventually rescued.
Elizabeth later wrote: “My faith was still in my Father in Heaven. I never lost my faith in Him. It is as sweet today to trust in him and my prayers are that I may always trust Him. He is a friend that has never failed when asked. You may perhaps say 'Why not have asked Him to serve you then when you needed it?' I did and He spurred me through many trials to my family.”
"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing" - Phyllis Diller
"Sometimes we assume our children know how to clean because they are such experts at making messes. Cleaning is a skill all people need to learn, so teach your children." - Tamara A. Fackrell
"I guess the bottom line is that there's nothing like sitting back together after a Saturday's hard work and taking pride in the ownership of how the house smells and looks, and how beautifully manicured the yard is, and realizing that we've done it all ourselves--we've worked so hard and now we can really play. That kind of work give a high that I want my kids to have more of.
I believe the teaching kids hard work is the secret that will help them weather the storms they'll no doubt face in life. If we teach them to deal with them by working hard and facing difficulties full-on - taking ownership in what's hard and tackling it - they';ll be well-balanced and better for the wear." - Shawni Eyre Pothier from A Mother's Book of Secrets
Gordon B. Hinckley said: "I believe in the gospel of work. Work is the miracle by which talent is brought to the surface and dreams become reality. There is simply no substitute under the heavens for productive labor. It is the process by which idle visions become dynamic achievements. I suppose that we are all inherently lazy. We would rather play than work. We would rather loaf than work. A little play and a little loafing are good. But it is work that spells the difference in the life of a man or a woman or a boy or a girl. Children who are taught to work and to enjoy the fruits of that labor have a great advantage as they grow toward maturity. The process of stretching our minds and utilizing the skills of our hands lifts us from the stagnation of mediocrity."
"The labor and thrift of the people make a nation, a community, or a family strong. Work and thrift make the family independent."
"Burping is filthsome," the BFG said. 'Us giants is never doing it.'
'But with your drink,' Sophie said, 'what was it you called it?'
'Frobscottle,' said the BFG.
'With frobscottle,' Sophie said, 'the bubbles in your tummy will be going downwards and that could have a far nastier result.'
'Why nasty?' asked the BFG frowning.
'Because,' Sophie said, blushing a little, 'if they go down instead of up, they'll be coming out somewhere else with an even louder and ruder noise.'
'A whizzpopper!' cried the BFG, beaming at her. 'Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpoppong is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping is forbidden among human beans?'
'It is considered extremely rude,' Sophie said....
'Redunculous!' said the BFG. 'If eneryone is making whizzpoppers, then why not talk about it? We is now having a swiggle of this delicious frobscottle and you will see the happy result.'...He removed the cork and took a tremendous gurgling swig....
For a few moments, the Big Friendly Giant stood quite still, and a look of absolute ecstasy began to spread over his long wrinkly face. Then suddenly the heavens opened and he let fly with a series of the loudest and rudest noises Sophie had ever heard in her life. They reverberated around the walls of the cave like thunder and the glass jars rattled on their shelves. But the most astonishing of all, the force of the explosions actually lifted the enormous giant clear off his feet, like a rocket.
'Whoopee!' he cried, when he came down to earth again. 'Now that is whizzpopping for you!'