Mills Family Book of Faith

  I look forward to sharing a family story with you each week.  So week one, I called the book, the Ruben Horsley Mills Book of Remembrance and then when I asked my hubby about writing a story, he responded, "I'm not related to Ruben Mills so I don't need to.  Uggh!  (He has since written a beautiful story of how he ended up in Utah from Oklahoma and all his growth during those years.) So the next week, I called it the Mills Family book of Faith.  I had included some ideas for topics, but they were not meant to be all inclusive. At present, the book is 144 pages long and over 31,000 words.  The stories have been anywhere from a paragraph long to several pages long.  Some have submitted one story and others several shorter ones.    Some are about serving others, some about being served, some about answers to prayers, memories about growing up or about loved ones who have passed away that touched them. The stories have all be...

 Happy Valentines Day! I have been so touched by the beautiful stories that I have received and continue to receive.   The book is coming together beautifully and I hope you are catching the vision as it is evolving. I truly feel it is important to have every one of our family members included.  I have read some of the most tender stories, just hung up with Uncle Glen as he shared memories that we both realized he is probably the only person alive who knows them. Here's a couple from Uncle Glen: When Dad died, we were too poor to have nice clothes for the funeral.  One of Mom's cousins owned the cleaners in Marysvale.  We kids were outfitted with clothes that fit so well you would have thought they were ours.  I'm not sure that the actual owners of the clothes, in particular, the suits that Mave and I had on, knew of their generosity in sharing their clothing with us.  They may have never known that they "loaned" their clothes to u...

  We are one week away from the February 14th story deadline.  I hope you have found time to read the various stories and have at least one of your own to share.  Thanks to those who have sent or promised to send me stories.   Will you please reply to this and let me know if you have received the email.   You may just avoid being hounded by Sherilyn and I if you just let me know you know. This week, I am going to share a portion of Brandon's story.  (The unabridged version will be in the book - and it took me back to visits to Kingston when I was growing up.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Valerie "... There was one particular ride onto the Forshea mountain that stands out as solidifying my faith. That evening started out as routine as any previous mountain ride. Mom, Dad, Randel, Justin and I packed into the cab of an old gray Ford truck. Generally, our rides didn’t have a planned destination, although we had a small handful of...

    Happy Sunday,                                                                                    Sunday, January 31, 2021   I am so enjoying reading the stories coming in.  I keep thinking of more stories I could share myself... I often miss them the first time.   For example, Kenzi usually shares a little about people she is teaching on her mission and sometimes she asks us to pray for them.  So, after PDay on a Monday night in early January, I prayed for Leslie.  The next morning, when things were quiet and I find it easiest to hear...

  Sunday, January 24, 2021   I am loving reading these stories as they come in from the different branches of our family tree.  This week I have chosen to share (with permission of course) one of several shared from the Mavin & Loa branch.  It was hard to choose just one, but rest assured, the book will have all of the stories.  This is just to get you thinking.  Please keep them coming - and if anyone has pictures that would go with the stories, please send them my way.  I kind of remember what Tyler looked like when he was six years old, but  a picture to go with this in the book, will help my kids and grandkids know what Tyler looked like at age 6.   Finding My Lost Gameboy By Tyler Mills               My earliest memory of having a prayer heard and answered occurred when I was about six years old, so this would have been around 1998 or 1999. At the time, my f...

  January 17, 2021   As the stories start coming in, I thought I’d share one each week to share the vision of what we can create together.  I always ask where Uncle Glen is when this picture was taken - the story is he was off riding a horse.  I totally understand!   This is one my dad/Uncle Cline shared:   Thoughts of Dad   We moved in with Grandpa Edgar Sudweeks in Kingston, UT in April 1950.      That summer,  Dad took Glen & Mavin with Uncle Lavar (Mother’s brother) in Lavar’s car  touring to find a farm we could buy.  While in Idaho, dad started feeling ill.  He was in the hospital for about a week for tests before they brought him back to Kingston.     I turned 8 years old  that July 11th.   The tests came back about the end of August revealing Dad had cancer.  In those days, we had little money and transportation to the city was hard to...