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The Dream We Shared

I dreamed about last night years ago. I spent all day wondering if I should share it.

This dream was significant…

The Dream

We were going about our day when I started having this feeling that there was a need to warn people.

I started making calls to friends and neighbors; something is coming and we need to gather in families to safe places and be watching, but no one would really listen.

I’m not sure where Cade was but the dream made it that I had to gather my kids on my own.

I felt exact and purposeful, even strong and mindful of what to do but a feeling of fear and urgency was pounding in me.

And then it happened.

Fire erupted on the mountain, right there by a house I knew to be mine even though we didn’t currently live on the side of a mountain in real life.

The wind roared, blasting the flames higher into the skies and people were being evacuated.

I ran to gather my children around me but for some reason we were to stay put. And so there I was, huddled in a large closet with my children and praying that the fires would go away and we would be spared.

The fires were so scary but I had a feeling of awareness. This feeling that I was to take note and that our prayers would be heard but that from that time forward this would be life, one thing after another as the time of Christ’s return was nearing. I was to hold them close and to pray for their protection and to be a witness and comfort to others.

I knew what was coming and could hold onto my faith.

I awoke with a start. Heart racing with panic, I couldn’t even sit up yet.

The door flew open, the handle bouncing back into place with that familiar metal coil sound and the wood banging against the door stop.

“Mom!!!! I just dreamed fires were coming over the mountain and you grabbed us kids and took us into a closet to hide!”

She broke down shaking, her chubby little arms trembling as I lifted her into bed with me.

a photo of a teenage girl cooking at the stove with her mother looking on

Our Family is Paying Attention


I wrote it all in my journal that day.

Last night the fires raged on a mountain I now live on. I’m watching and remembering and looking up. I don’t know why I was given the dream, but our family is paying attention. ❤️


“We are Not STUCK at home, we are SAFE at home.”

I’ve had this comment from a reader running through my heart over and over again lately. A change in perspective thanks to her and then the lesson was able to be taught to me this morning as my heart was open, ready and prepared to listen.

I was reading this morning and this verse stood out to me, something I’ve read and understood many times before, even what I’m about to say, but today I recognized the reality of it.

Gathered Together in Their Place

“Behold, the field was ripe, and blessed are ye, for ye did thrust in the sickle, and did reap with your might, yea, all the day long did ye labor; and behold the number of your sheaves! And they shall be gathered into the garners, that they are not wasted.

Yea, they shall not be beaten down by the storm at the last day; yea, neither shall they be harrowed up by the whirlwinds; but when the storm cometh they shall be gathered together in their place, that the storm cannot penetrate to them; yea, neither shall they be driven with fierce winds whithersoever the enemy listeth to carry them.

But behold, they are in the hands of the Lord of the harvest, and they are his; and he will raise them up at the last day.”

Alma 26:5-7

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Homes are a Sacred Refuge

Sheaves of wheat represent people and garners were the places they were stored, representative of churches or holy temples.

But today I recognized sheaves as my children and the garners being that homes can be sacred temples, a holy place, a safe place where we are literally gathering as families to be protected from the storms of the world right now.

I’ve listened my whole life that one day we would gather to be safe against the last days. I just never recognized fully that our homes truly would be holy places. (Link for a good listen on places like a jail becoming a temple)

Safe at Home

Not stuck at home, but safe at home. Kind of changes what you want your home to be and feel like right now, huh?

I do believe COVID will slow and life will get better, but I don’t believe the storms are over. More and more will rage and I am preparing my home to always be a place of refuge for hearts and people.

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Cozy Comfort Foods for Blustery Winter Weather

About the authors

carrian feik cheney oh sweet basil

Cade and Carrian have three children and love to spend time together whether it’s vacationing or snuggled up on the couch for a good movie.

And this family especially loves to eat.

They love everything from the keep you fit and healthy to the get out your sweat pants indulgent and everything in between.

But most of all, they love the memories made, shared and treasured and it’s all thanks to a meal shared together with loved ones.

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  • I’m sure this won’t be published. After this post I have decided to discontinue following your blog. I did not come by this decision lightly. I have pinned more than my fair share of your recipes. Tried tons of them and they all came out wonderfully however, you are Mormon. I am African-American. I’ve read the book of Mormon and they espouse what I believe are racist views regarding people with “brown skin”. I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors. Take care and above all, stay safe.

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    • Hi Tracy,
      Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. I know I already responded to your email, but I wanted to respond here as well.
      I’m sorry you feel that way. I can assure you 100% that we do not believe in, support or affiliate with anyone or organizations that are racist. In fact, it is quite the opposite. It saddens me to see that your decision to leave is based on what makes me me, and a religion that is trying so hard to beg the world for unity, however I am also a big believer in each person feeling absolutely free to choose how they associate with others and if my identity at all causes you to feel uncomfortable know that I would never want that. Such a sad comment to receive today. I hope that one day you will return and we can be friends. If you ever have questions I am always here to answer them. Just know that the core purpose of the Book of Mormon and my religion is to testify of Jesus Christ and striving to be like Him – full of kindness, love, and respect for all of Heavenly Father’s children.
      Best of luck.

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Cozy Comfort Foods for Blustery Winter Weather