“March Winds,” Ensign, Mar. 1980, 29
In my section of the country March means wind, Nature’s house-cleaning broom, clearing away the debris of old leaves, twigs, clouds, and cold air that have cluttered up our Earth home during the winter. It is the first breath of spring and hope blowing into our hearts.
As nature is renewed by the wind that sweeps clean, I want to renew my own life, clear my mind of bitterness, slights I have brooded over, and lethargy in helping others. I want to sweep out the cobwebs that have hidden the joyousness that the gospel, pure of slander and selfishness, offers my life. Caroline Eyring Miner, Salt Lake City, Utah