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| A foggy morning looking out of our apartment window. | 
Sometimes I need to realize that opposing winds are there to keep the fog clear from my life, not just to make it difficult. My wife states this much more eloquently than I can. Here are Hermana Merkley's thoughts about a foggy night . . .
Last night we had an interesting experience. As we were out
 walking to do errands and visits, we watched the sky darken and thicken
 as fog rolled into the city when the sun set. It created an eerie, 
haunting atmosphere as the sounds of barking dogs, moving cars, and 
people talking bounced around in all directions. This fog was a first 
for us here in Rio Gallegos.
We had an appointment to visit a family from a different 
branch. When we got there, only the father was home. His wife and 
daughters were out shopping. We learned that this brother has been a 
member for 26 years. He served a mission in Córdoba, Argentina and at 
one time served in the district presidency here in Rio Gallegos. But he 
allowed some personal frustrations with a few of the members to cloud 
his thinking and stopped going to church, though he still has a 
testimony.
He has been married for ten years and his wife is a more 
recent convert of nine years. When he stopped going to church, his 
wife's testimony slowly died. With tears in his eyes, he explained how 
new converts need to be nourished and cared for and that he had allowed 
his own frustrations to damage the tender testimony of his wife. She is 
currently working in a Catholic school and doesn't really want anything 
to do with the church.
He has a strong desire to come back to church. He told us 
that he knows the things he needs to repent of, but the thought of going
 to church by himself is really hard. He has a daughter that will be 
turning eight soon, and he would really like to be able to baptize her. 
Hopefully he can find the strength to make those changes necessary to 
return to full activity in the Church.
As we left his house and stepped into the thickening fog, I
 thought of my own regrets in life. But regrets can only cloud the mind 
and confuse our purpose. When we turn our regrets over to the Savior, He
 can heal us and give us clear direction. How grateful I am for my 
Savior.
 







