"I remember my father said when the two of them first came home,
they found the roof of the church in such disrepair
that there were buckets and pans set in the aisle and on the benches.
He said the women had planted climbing roses against the building and along the fence,
so it looked prettier than it had ever looked before.
Prairie had come into the fields and the orchards again,
and there were sunflowers growing in the roads between the ruts.
The women had their prayer meetings and their Bible studies
even though the church was falling into ruin around them.
I think about that, and it is strong and lovely in my mind.
I truly believe it is waste and ingratitude not to honor such things as visions,
whether you yourself happen to have seen them or not."