Tonight our family joined the Walk for Life at BYU, commemorating Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and the civil rights movement.
As hundreds of us walked from the Carillon Bell Tower to the student center for the program, we each carried our own candles.
Even though our flames were protected by paper cups, the wind would sometimes blow them out.
And when that happened we'd turn to one another--to family, friends and strangers--to relight them.
To the dream!
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Such an incredible experience. I'm jealous of this one.
And I love the symbolism of turning to others to relight our candles. We each take our turn burning brightly, sharing our light. And most of us have times when our light is out. Isn't it perfect that we are there for each other? Almost like someone planned it. Hm.
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