Breana created this dream catcher to honor our Savior Jesus Christ! It was created to capture the feeling of a world made new and the reality that all of our dreams come true through our Savior. We will live again and receive every blessing through the grace of God! This blog is done to celebrate Easter and the birth of our Savior on April 6th. We send our love and greatest adoration to our King above who has ensured the joy of all His faithful saints! We stand all amazed as we view happiness multiplied by our dear King! Happy birthday Jehovah!

 

At The Center

 

At the center of our new world stands our beloved King,
At the center of our joy is the gift He chose to bring.
At the center of our beating heart is God who purchased all,
His life freely given to save us from our fall.

At the center of our family is the one who bound us tight,
Our eternal joy the power of His light.
At the center of our healing is the one who felt our pain,
We begin again because He bent and took our stain.

At the center of our singing this glorious Easter day,
Is the perfect Son of God, who humbly chose to stay.
We stand and see Jesus, our life, our strength, our joy!
We stand and see the happiness that none can destroy!

Beautiful and sacred in the center of each heart,
Jehovah our Creator who has given us our part.
Glory be to the Father for the matchless gift of His Son,
Our joy, our eternal life through His sacrifice was won!

Our voices now an anthem we raise in greatest love,
Our gratitude and joy we send to God above!
Glorious at the center is our King who rules this day,
We rejoice in our rock, our life, our only way!

 

Written by Michelene

 

The Book of Mosiah  

Chapter 14

Isaiah speaks messianically—The Messiah’s humiliation and sufferings are set forth—He makes His soul an offering for sin and makes intercession for transgressors—Compare Isaiah 53. About 148 B.C.

1 Yea, even doth not Isaiah say: Who hath believed our report, and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?

2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of dry ground; he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him there is no beauty that we should desire him.

3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

6 All we, like sheep, have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquities of us all.

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb so he opened not his mouth.

8 He was taken from prison and from judgment; and who shall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the living; for the transgressions of my people was he stricken.

9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no evil, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief; when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

11 He shall see the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied; by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.

12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death; and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bore the sins of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

The Reason

The reason I smile, hope and spin,
Is the gift He gives, through Him I win!
The reason I sing and dance every day,
My Heavenly King showing the way!
The reason I live and return is He,
The reason I shine, His light in me!
The reason I write is the joy He brought,
The greatest love is not forgot!

Written by Michelene

"Ye have seen what I did unto the Egyptians, and how I bare you on eagles’ wings, and brought you unto myself." Exodus 19:4

Every Child

A part for every child to play,
A world of saints, a brighter day.
A song of love, a dance for all,
Rejoice and heed the Master's call!

Your place prepared from before your birth,
Come join our group, feel your worth.
No child without a song of light,
We are one! Clear and bright!

Our Director guiding our steps and song,
Come see the place where you belong.
A new beginning, our world of love,
The greatest gift from God above!

Written by Michelene

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." Revelation 21:4

I think of Zion when I watch these beautiful daughters of God dance and sing! I think of each daughter blessed and raised to eternal life through Jesus Christ. I think of unity and love in a world of light! I think of each precious family that our dear Heavenly Father brings to his children through His holy Son. What do you see when you watch them perform? I go to Zion when I watch this video! I look forward to a day when Zion and her people will truly be one. That day will shine brighter than any day the world has ever known, for the Son of God will descend in great glory and majesty. May each of us sanctify ourselves that we can abide his presence and step forward to take our place in Zion. I praise the one even Jesus Christ who has ensured our smiles, dances, songs, families, laughter and fun! I praise the God of heaven and earth who suffered so we might not. I praise my dearest friend and Heavenly King who has awakened me and brought me to sing the song of redeeming love! Happy birthday my dear Heavenly King! I love you!!!

More Than Me

My reflection showing more than me,
Infinite joy! God's family tree!
My reflection capturing love divine,
I spin with joy because your mine!
The image before me found by grace,
I look and see who won my place!
One reflection holding so much love,
A picture of my God above!

Written by your Michelene

The Blessing

When you're guilty of imprisonment and still you're set free,
When you're crimes are wiped away and joy is all you see.

When death and misery would grasp and drag you down,
When you live again with joy and receive a crown.

When shame and remorse would cause you to flee,
When His grace restores and sets you free.

When the loss of your family was your doom,
When He gives you more and distills all gloom.

When all hope of heaven was taken away,
When He raises you with joy and lets you stay.

When you repent and follow, Gods dear Son,
You receive the blessing of all He won!

Written by Michelene


"And behold, this is the whole meaning of the law, every whit pointing to that great and last sacrifice; and that great and last sacrifice will be the Son of God, yea, infinite and eternal. And thus he shall bring salvation to all those who shall believe on his name; this being the intent of this last sacrifice, to bring about the bowels of mercy, which overpowereth justice, and bringeth about means unto men that they may have faith unto repentance. And thus mercy can satisfy the demands of justice, and encircles them in the arms of safety, while he that exercises no faith unto repentance is exposed to the whole law of the demands of justice; therefore only unto him that has faith unto repentance is brought about the great and eternal plan of redemption." Alma 34:14-16

Greatest Joy

You return in robes of red, I in purest white,
I stand with greatest joy because you won the fight.
The fearsness of God's wrath you turned from me,
That I would live again, happy, clean and free.

How great your loving kindness, how beautiful my King,
You have made me new, o death where is your sting?
You are above all and your light is this day,
With joy we kneel and bow, with gratitude we pray.

Thanking our Father for His only begotten Son,
For joy and peace and light, for all that He has won.
Our hearts are full of love for the one who set us free,
Blessed King of heaven we praise and worship thee.

Written by Michelene

As Eagles 

As eagles each daughter flies by grace,
Soaring toward her calling and place.
The skies and all that she will claim,
Given by Christ and in His name.

Her journey long she may tire,
The flight of faith a refining fire.
On she soars through storms and pain,
Searching through the pouring rain.

Determined and strong her flight divine,
Her wings of beauty brightly shine!
Then the whisper of her King,
Come my daughter and you shall sing.

Turning toward the Masters sound,
She lands softly on the ground.
He shows the path toward her place,
A home and joy a gift of grace.

Resting from all cares and flight,
She finds at last that all is right.
Every blessing promised is given,
By God who loves and rules in heaven! 

Written by Michelene

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31


I painted and decorated my room with my Savior at the forefront of my mind. One of the decisions I made was to put three large pictures of The Family a Proclamation to the World on one of my walls. I did this to acknowledge the happiness of many. I wanted to witness that our Savior suffered to bring a multiplicity of blessings to us His sons and daughters. I am so grateful to stand in a room that holds the greatest gift the world has ever known, the gift of God's only begotten Son.

A Multiplicity

A multiplicity of blessings given with love,
A multiplicity of joy from our God above.
A multiplicity of families purchased with care,
A multiplicity of mansions He left to prepare.

A multiplicity of rejoicing as we each take our place,
A multiplicity of happiness brought by grace.
A multiplicity of healing by Gods Son,
A multiplicity of peace, for us He won!

Written by Michelene

Mural painting by Breana

My Room

 

Constructing my room, the kingdom of God,
Come see with joy the iron rod.
Behold the beauty of all I feel,
Come look at Jesus, He is real.

Come see the picture sent from above,
Gods holy Son a gift of love.
Come view His mercy living in me,
Behold the child He has set free.

Come see my foundation, my house of light,
My God in me now burning bright.
Come see my roots stretching for more,
See God’s grace as I endure.

Come view His plan to save us all,
See the rod and heed God's call.
View my heart, gray, blue and white,
See His love shining bright.

Look at my future; my dearest friend,
Behold a love that will never end.
Look at eagles as they fly,
Behold another in the sky.

Come look at the map, Gods family plan,
Come see the will of the Great I Am.
Walk to the tree of eternal life,
Behold each husband and his wife.

Behold His plans for more than one,
Look with care at Gods dear Son.
See my journey it led to home,
My luggage packed with all I've known.

A ship approaching soon I sail,
Far from death and darkest hell.
Upward to the place He won,
Home in heaven with God's perfect Son!

Come view the return of my dear King,
Look at the joy He will bring.
See us raised my daughter new,
Behold His work living in you.

My room constructed by His hand,
I love the place where I now stand.
His grace and beauty is now my home,
Behold the tree that God has grown!

 

Written by Michelene 

 

 

"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s." Psalm 103:2-5

 

"True repentance is not superficial. The Lord gives two overarching requirements: “By this ye may know if a man repenteth of his sins—behold, he will confess them and forsake them”. Confessing and forsaking are powerful concepts. They are much more than a casual “I admit it; I’m sorry.” Confession is a deep, sometimes agonizing acknowledgment of error and offense to God and man. Sorrow and regret and bitter tears often accompany one’s confession, especially when his or her actions have been the cause of pain to someone or, worse, have led another into sin. It is this deep distress, this view of things as they really are, that leads one, as Alma, to cry out, “O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death” (Alma 36:18). With faith in the merciful Redeemer and His power, potential despair turns to hope. One’s very heart and desires change, and the once-appealing sin becomes increasingly abhorrent. A resolve to abandon and forsake the sin and to repair, as fully as one possibly can, the damage he or she has caused now forms in that new heart. This resolve soon matures into a covenant of obedience to God. With that covenant in place, the Holy Ghost, the messenger of divine grace, will bring relief and forgiveness. One is moved to declare again with Alma, “And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I [do] behold; yea, my soul [is] filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain!” D. Todd Christofferson

This talk by D. Todd Christofferson captures the reconstruction that has occurred in my life. For me awakening and coming unto Christ was a process that involved work. I believe this is the case for each soul who truly repents. We are working with our Redeemer to build a new life, to become a true disciple. This isn’t easy and it requires sacrifice. In my process of repentance I saw my entire life turned upside down and then carefully and lovingly put back together again. It was an interactive process not something done for me or to me. I had to work with my Savior, I had to reach to His reaching.

The hand of God and His merciful plan for me wasn’t always evident. I had to act with faith and trust when all of the answers weren’t visible. As I truly sought to lose my life I was called to find what discipleship really is. This was at times a painful and heartbreaking experience. The Lord intended to draw from me a gentler and nobler soul. So my transformation was one of years not days, one of pain and beauty, one of loss and discovery. It was me discovering who Christ really is and who I could become. This miracle in me is echoed on my walls. Me finding the light and hope of God can be seen in the pictures on my wall. Anyone reading this blog is viewing the miracle of Christ in one of His daughters.

God revealed to Moses His purpose for His children when He said, “For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” This is why Christ was born, why He taught and ministered among men, why He atoned for our sins and gave His life at Calvary. He did it all so we could repent and partake of eternal life. I celebrate today the gift of Christ and the miracle that lives in each soul who chooses to repent and follow their Heavenly King. If someone were to ask me what my favorite part of mortality was, I would say it was repenting and following my Savior. This choice changed everything and filled me with the hope that is in Christ. I am not perfect but I obey His commandments and keep my covenants and I repent when I fall short of perfection, which is a daily occurrence. The transformation is still ongoing there are new paintings already being created. I will be working with Savior throughout the millennium as we continue to construct the daughter of light I was born to be. I testify that my potential can only be reached through Christ. The beautiful and sacred work of creating a celestial child is done through the atoning sacrifice of Christ. I rejoice in my eldest brother this Easter and always! He is my light, my strength, my song. In the walls of my heart and all around me is the miracle of God’s holy Son who has brought me back and made me new. As He rose triumphant over two millennia ago, so I rise with him a daughter reclaimed by the God who gave me life. All I am and ever will be is in Christ my King! I express to Him my gratitude, my love, my adoration, my desire to continue along the path of joy He purchased! Happy Easter! Happy birthday! I love you my friend and King!

Walls of My Heart

The walls of my heart hold pictures of light,
The walls of your kingdom, shining bright.
My walls holding all you gave for me,
The walls of my heart for all to see.

Moments of grace your sacrifice known,
Pictures that show how much Ive grown.
Paintings that capture mercies call,
Pictures that lift me from my fall.

Colors that show your gentle hand,
Each picture created so sweet and grand.
My walls hold pictures of your equity,
Your holy law, revealed to me.

I hang each one and feel you near,
My heart now yours is full of cheer.
Father of light you live in me,
My heart holds pictures of love for thee!

Written by Michelene

"Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation.: 2 Nepphi 4:30

Bounteous Blessings

How bounteous the blessings, my arms filled by grace,
How beautiful the gift of my sacred place.
How heavy the weight of my Fathers love,
How wonderful to return to my home above!

How miraculous the gift of being clean,
How lovely the mercy of all I've seen.
How full the basket I bring with me,
How bright the vision of all I see!

How comforting the promise of my life brought forth,
How holy the witness of my own worth.
How sacred to stand in God's holy light,
How beautiful to feel love burning bright!

How great the price of the peace I feel,
How merciful He is to cleanse and heal.
How sweet the ache of gratitude and joy,
How great the gift none can destroy!

My life and way, my King so dear,
I rejoice to live and feel you near.
Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb,
How beautiful the gift of the Great I Am!

Written by Michelene

"Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls." 1 Peter 1:8-9

Our Happiness  

Our love, our life, our happiness in Him,
He was born to save us from our sin.
Our way free from death and pain,
He offered all to take our stain.

Raised from dust, we stand and know,
That through His, sacrifice we will grow.
Our days of plenty a gift of light,
Received because He won the fight!

His covenant people He raises high,
With joy we stand in the sky!
The world before us transformed an new,
Cleansed and built by our God so true.

We descend and receive our special place,
And feel the power of saving grace.
Our families, our mansions, our lives secure,
Because He chose to stay and endure.

Zion shining her people sing,
Hosanna, hosanna to our dear King!
Your life, your victory is our joy today,
We rejoice in thee our only way!

Our beating heart, our life in you,
Our dearest friend you saw us through! 

Written by Michelene

 

"Behold, he changed their hearts; yea, he awakened them out of a deep sleep, and they awoke unto God. Behold, they were in the midst of darkness; nevertheless, their souls were illuminated by the light of the everlasting word; yea, they were encircled about by the bands of death, and the chains of hell, and an everlasting destruction did await them.And now I ask of you, my brethren, were they destroyed? Behold, I say unto you, Nay, they were not.And again I ask, were the bands of death broken, and the chains of hell which encircled them about, were they loosed? I say unto you, Yea, they were loosed, and their souls did expand, and they did sing redeeming love. And I say unto you that they are saved." Alma 5:7-9

 

 

He Lives! She Lives!

The sound of her voice, the light in her eyes,
The truth of her love as I faced men’s lies.
Her hand upon my back as I wept for more,
The whisper of her testimony, faithful and pure.

Still and quiet I view her temple and see,
My daughter is gone, taken from me.
No more does light shine forth from her eyes,
I view the emptiness and my soul cries.

Gone she is gone, my heart cannot bear;
Her departure from life and all we can’t share.
As I lay in the silence and ponder my loss,
I think of my Savior as He hung on the cross.

Gone He is gone, they cried in despair,
No more with our King can we live and share.
Weeping in love they mourned and felt stark,
The stillness of the tomb was heavy and dark.

Yet on the third day in love they went forth,
To honor and bless their King of great worth.
Returning they found His tomb empty and bare,
Two angels stood forth and with joy they did share.

Your King has returned and broke the bands of death,
He has conquered the Adversary and restored living breath!
Amazed, they pondered this message of love,
Sent by their God who reigns high above.

Rejoicing they smiled and spoke words of light,
His lives, He lives, and we will stand in His sight.
Hope took the place of the sorrow they knew,
And now they felt enlivened for they knew it was true!

Here in the silence their witness is mine,
I remember the angels and my soul starts to shine.
She will live, she will live, I will have her again,
Brought back by her Savior, her Redeemer, her friend!

Written by Michelene Glasson

"In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. ¶ And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me." Matthew 28:1-10

Heavenly King

There within the stable Mary bore our Heavenly King,
Angels beheld the holy sight and praises they did sing.
There within her arms was God’s only begotten Son,
Sent to save a dying world and bring the faithful home.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes and held with gentle care,
Was the one who would bless His people, for our burdens He would bear.
The star above heralded this long awaited day,
The wise men followed with faith as they journeyed on their way.

Reaching the young child they knelt with reverence and love,
As they presented their best gifts for their King sent from above.
As a young man He sat in the temple, teaching His Fathers way,
His audience was held captive by all that He did say.
Though sinless the son of God was baptized by John,
Our perfect King showed the gate that would lead His people home.
For forty days He fasted and was tempted in every way,
He was steadfast and immovable and did not ever stray.

His pure voice on the mount directed men above.
He taught the truths of eternity with gentleness and love.
The sick and downtrodden found relief from their King.
Healing, strength, the hope of heaven, His ministry did bring.
He was to those in darkness, a King they would not see,
Yet to the faithful He was Jehovah, sent to set them free.
His apostles walked beside Him and He taught them how to live,
He was preparing their hearts for all that they must give.

Gathering for Passover He told them that soon He would die,
This was to them unbearable and they bowed their heads to cry.
One, He said, will betray me into the hands of men.
I will be taken and suffer death, yet I will live again.
Then he broke the bread and said eat in remembrance of me.
He blessed the wine and said, my blood will set you free.
In reverence they sang a hymn and found joy amid the night,
In presence of our God they were warmed by heavens light.

Walking toward the Mount of Olives He knew what He would face,
For this purpose He was born to walk toward this place.
Each footstep held eternity as He walked in courage and love,
Holding God’s entire kingdom was our King sent from above.
Finally He reached the garden and alone walked toward His role,
To cleanse us, to know our pain, to save the repentant soul.
Kneeling in Gethsemane, our Savior suffered in pain,
The sin of every soul He took, to wash away our stain.
In that sacred moment, the world needed to be set free.
An angel was sent to strengthen our King who cried on bended knee.

Humbly our Redeemer surrendered his will to his Father with love,
Drinking the bitter cup that we might return above.
He felt the weight of every soul, our sin, our pain, our grief,
This so He could succor us, and offer loving relief.
The weight of indescribable agony pressed him and he bled,
Not from one, but every pore, our beloved King did shed.
His victory nearly complete, yet more he would have to give,
His life would be the price, that each of us could live.

In the garden the soldiers found him, with a kiss he was betrayed,
He surrendered himself peaceably, showing a better way.
Together his enemies counseled, seeking to take his life,
Within themselves they chose the Adversary, the way of darkness and strife.
Thirty pieces of silver were paid to bring him forth,
A price to hurt their Heavenly King, of perfect infinite worth.
Jesus was taken and bound then lead forth to the high priest,
They questioned the son of God, who quietly held His peace.


False witnesses came forth to condemn their Lord and King,
They would not have their Redeemer and the peace that He could bring.
Art thou the Son of God they asked, what will ye say?
Answering he said; Yes, and at His right hand forever I will stay.
The high priest, elders and scribes in anger then mocked and hurt God’s Son,
Quietly our beloved Redeemer endured all that was done.
Determined to take the life of God, they chose to send him away,
To Pilate they led our beloved Redeemer on that dark and lonely day.

Pilate marveled greatly as he questioned the Prince of Peace,
A weight of warning was upon him, his spirit felt no ease.
For his wife had come to him saying do nothing to that just man,
But the roar of crowd was loud as he went to take a stand.
Clamoring for a way to spare him, he asked whom shall I free?
The crowd surrounded by evil shouted, “Barabbas we will see.”
The echo of his wife's warning, was ringing in his ear,
Yet still he heeded the voice of the crowd, their dark evil cheer.

Pilate had his soldiers scourge our loving Prince of Peace,
How filthy were his hands? How could his spirit be at ease?
Mockingly the soldiers placed a robe of purple on our King,
A crown of thorns and spitting they callously did bring.
Leading our God toward Golgotha, they saw not the King of all,
Their Redeemer, their Deliver, sent to issue the call.
They cast lots on His vesture, to keep what held no worth,
Yet they could have deliverance, forgiveness and rebirth.

Mocking the King of Kings some called out for Him to come down,
Yet for this purpose He was born, to save and take His crown.
Humbly he suffered in agony, giving his life for all,
If we would have our Redeemer, and heed his faithful call.
At last his perfect soul returned to our loving God above,
His place secure forever, wrapped in His Fathers love.
The angels there did greet him with songs of worship and praise,
The souls of the righteous rejoicing, for new life He would raise.

The earth and sky witnessed with a sorrowful display,
The price of salvation on that sacred day.
Bolts of lightning like a cry from above,
The thunder crashing a witness of love.
The power of angels shaking the land,
Men who betrayed God, no longer could stand
The temple rent in two, heaven's sky gray,
A witness to all of what God gave that day.

On the third day he returned and reclaimed his life again,
Our living King, our Redeemer true, His love doth have no end.
He conquered death and sorrow, He conquered pain and grief,
He can bring us back, and offer us relief.
His is the call to answer, the voice that we must hear,
For if we follow faithfully our hearts will find great cheer.
We to can conquer evil through the grace of our Lord and King,
We can live with our God and praises of gladness sing.

He is the way to victory, He is the path of light,
Our Mighty King and Savior so glorious and bright.
And at last when He returns and every knee doth bend,
May we see his loving smile as he calls us disciple and friend.
Then our King will rule, and the world will be at peace,
The lion with the lamb, and the love of all increase.
Reunited with our loved ones, we will stand and know,
The peace of our Redeemer, heavens perfect glow.

Written by Michelene Glasson