Now they never had fought,
yet they did not fear death;
they had been taught by their mothers,
that if they did not doubt,
God would deliver them…
Alma 56:47

This piece captures a sacred intergenerational moment—a cradle of love in which wisdom, courage, and testimony are passed down not through words or ceremony, but through presence, prayer, and touch.

Eyes gently closed in reflection, the two older women embody the spiritual bedrock of their people—rooted in silent communion with God. Their faces—etched by years of trial, sacrifice, and covenant devotion—speak of lives weathered but not broken. Peace radiates from them, the peace that comes from trust in divine promises. These are the women who taught their sons and grandsons to believe—not in the abstract, but in the living God who preserves and delivers.

The child, resting in their arms with perfect trust, is both legacy and future. This is more than familial tenderness—it is an act of spiritual transmission. The faith that once armed the stripling warriors begins in moments like these: quiet, unseen, but unshakably eternal.