Écrits et réflexions

My fisrt original song called "Song of My Heart" was released on Friday, 12 April 2019.

I was both blessed and honored to serve this great nation of ours as a member of the United States Armed Forces for 30 years – 20 years active United States Naval service, and 10 years United States Naval Fleet Reserve service.

In a 9 May 2018 Facebook post, David Archuleta opened up and shared his heart with his fans about some of the challenges and struggles that he faces and deals with on a regular basis. This is what he wrote.

What are some of the things that you are thankful for?

Being a father means more than seeing a new life come into the world, and then going happily on your way to do what you want to do, when you want to do it. The major part of being a father is BEING THERE. A father needs to be there to do his part in raising his children, and to help guide the footsteps of those children on the path that they should go.

The alarm for general quarters is sounded on many occasions in the world today. The missiles that are being fired at us are not the conventional type, but they are the fiery darts of the adversary. As a crew member aboard ship must always stand a vigilant watch and be on the alert for any possible danger, we too must “be sober, be vigilant; because [our] adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour” (1 Peter 5:8).

This post was written in response to comments that were made regarding thoughts I posted some time ago as a summary of a fireside that I conducted a few years ago under the direction of my Stake Presidency on the 1978 Revelation of the Priesthood.

I have been accused on several occasions of not acting like, talking like, or thinking like a “typical” Black person. Sad, but true, even some of my family members have questioned whether I am really Black. Well, when I was born I was Black, and when I looked in the mirror this morning I saw that I am still Black. So I guess. . . . I am Black.

This is a tribute that I wrote to my mother, the late Frances Mae Harmon Brown. She passed away on 12 June 1997 at the young age of 59 after losing her battle to breast cancer.

Through the years we have been blessed as a family to be able to come together and enjoy some good times. As family members are no longer able to join us because of death or illness, our hearts and minds are filled with wonderful memories of each of them that we will forever cherish. And many of those precious memories were made while sitting at the family table.

How wonderful and marvelous are the daylight hours of our lives. When everything seems to be running along smoothly, we tend to be the most happy and content with our lives. Even the small bumps in the road along the way seem insignificant. But, what of the night?

Have we ever noticed that each day that the Lord awakens us from our slumbers; we arise to a new day which is called — today? What happened to the tomorrow of which we spoke yesterday? Why is it that at the start of a new day, we are never greeted with, “Good morning and welcome to tomorrow”?