Post by Amaleki, Brother of Ammon
When we finally stumbled into the land of Lehi-Nephi, we were more exhausted than heroic. After all those days wandering the wilderness—lost, hungry, and beginning to wonder if we’d ever make it back—we were just grateful to be alive. So imagine our surprise when we were immediately thrown into prison.
That’s right. Prison. Not exactly the welcome we had hoped for.
Turns out, the people we had come to rescue were living under heavy Lamanite oppression and were understandably suspicious of strangers showing up out of nowhere. Can’t blame them, really. Fortunately, after a few days and a lot of questions, we were able to convince King Limhi (the grandson of Zeniff) that we were there to help, not harm.
And oh, what a reunion it was.
Their story was one of hardship—wars, broken covenants, heavy tribute, and spiritual famine. They were holding on, but just barely. They’d lost many men to battle, and many more to pride. But still, there was faith among them. A hope that hadn’t completely dimmed. And when we told them of Zarahemla and King Mosiah, I saw something in their eyes I’ll never forget: relief.
Our mission shifted quickly. It wasn’t just about finding them—it was about getting them home. And with the Lord’s help, we did. Slipping away from Lamanite control wasn’t easy, but under cover of night, with faith and courage, we led them through the wilderness back to Zarahemla.
When we arrived, there were tears. Embraces. Shouts of joy. For many, it was a homecoming they had feared would never come. For us, it was the end of one chapter—and the beginning of something much greater.
Now, as I look back, I marvel that the Lord took a group of ordinary men—myself included—and let us be part of something extraordinary. We were just trying to find our brethren, but in doing so, we helped restore a people, a purpose, and a shared hope in the promises of God.
And to think… it all started with a question: What ever happened to our brethren?
—Amaleki
