I have been a terrible blogger. Here are my excuses.
1- my computer is AWFUL!!! I could fill this line with exclamation points and still not get my point across. I spent over three hours last Saturday trying to do something that normally would have taken a few minutes.
2- my printer is just as awful as my computer. I struggle with loading the pictures. I like to post pictures.
3- it's hard to find the time. I still haven't finished posting my trip to Britain.
4- the time excuse would probably not apply (well, still some) if I didn't have to spend so much of it in frustration at the computer.
Okay. I've vented. I shouldn't.
We have experienced a lot of changes in our family in the last last couple of weeks. Caitlin left on her mission (this would be a good time to mention that I'm not on the computer... I'm typing this on the iPad I acquired when Caitlin left), I was released from my stake calling, Mike was released as Bishop, and I received a new calling in my ward. I am the Primary chorister and yesterday was my first day... which leads to the cutest story ever.
After church I changed into my sunday-afternoon-at-home-attire. This is what I refer to as my "cozy clothes". Usually a complete mis-match consisting of a t -shirt, flannel pants, and socks. My hair is in a ponytail and my bangs pulled to the side. About an hour into my cozy clothes phase the doorbell rang. I opened the door and a young boy was standing there. For a moment (however briefly) he stared at me, then he asked "is this the music teachers house?" I realized that in my sunday-afternoon-at-home-attire with my hair all askew, I didn't look like the primary chorister he had seen for the first time just two hours earlier. As quickly as he said "music teacher" he corrected himself and said, "primary music teacher." I smiled and told him that was me. Once he had established that he was at the right house he left the porch only to return a few seconds later with a beautiful purple flower in his hand. It was made of paper, cut into the shape of a tulip and formed into a circle and taped together with a green paper stem taped to the bottom of it. He held the paper flower out to me and said so sweetly, "I'm David." I don't know when I've been given a more beautiful flower. I thanked him and he left. I couldn't help but peek out of the window to see where he went and what helper (parent) might be hiding in the background. But David stopped at the end of my sidewalk, picked up his scooter from the ground, and scooted away.
I think I already love my new church calling.
Monday, November 25, 2013
All Things Denote There Is A God
I just discovered this post in my drafts. It was written several weeks ago. We are no longer in the ysa ward but everything else still applies.
As part of a young single adult (ysa) ward we attend ward prayer on Sunday evenings. This usually consists of a short message/activity and then we close the meeting with prayer. It's a really nice way to finish off our Sunday and a good way to start our week.
Several weeks ago our instructor taught on the subject of "all things denote there is a God", even things that we may not necessarily think of as religious or spiritual. To illustrate, she shared her feelings about some of the things that she loves... exercise, abstract art, history, and Disney. She then gave us the opportunity to share some of the things we love as well. Several people participated. Although I didn't share anything, there were a few people that mentioned things that made me want to shout, "Yes. Yes. I know exactly how you feel." So I will share a couple of those thoughts here.
1- The ocean. I.Love.T'ocean!! 'nuff said. No. Not 'nuff said. This person said that she grew up a few blocks from the ocean and could hear it every night (lucky). In response someone said that if you listened to the sounds of the freeway it could sound like the ocean. Everyone laughed. I immediately remembered an experience I had a few years ago as I lay in my bed one night. I could hear the sound of the wind through my open window. We had a row of poplar trees in our back yard that were quite tall and close together. As I lay there in the quiet darkness, I became aware of the sound of the leaves as the wind rushed through them. In an instant I was at the beach and could hear the sound of the waves as they crashed on the shore and then were drawn back into the ocean. I will never forget hearing the sounds of the ocean in my trees.
2- Disneyland. I LOVE Disneyland. It makes me happy. On more than one occasion tears have filled my eyes while visiting the "happiest place on earth". I'm not a Disneyland "pro" but I love it equally as much.
3- Springtime. I smiled when this was brought up. Every year when the snow has melted away and the temperature starts to warm, I am amazed as I see the bits of green peeking out just above the dirt and the buds appearing on the trees. It may seem to most that It is just simply... spring, but to me it is a very real reminder of the resurrection.
When I returned from ward prayer I picked up my scriptures to do my daily reading. I opened my Book of Mormon to Alma chapter 30 where I had left my bookmark and this is what I read in the chapter headings... all things denote there is a God...
Yes. They do.
As part of a young single adult (ysa) ward we attend ward prayer on Sunday evenings. This usually consists of a short message/activity and then we close the meeting with prayer. It's a really nice way to finish off our Sunday and a good way to start our week.
Several weeks ago our instructor taught on the subject of "all things denote there is a God", even things that we may not necessarily think of as religious or spiritual. To illustrate, she shared her feelings about some of the things that she loves... exercise, abstract art, history, and Disney. She then gave us the opportunity to share some of the things we love as well. Several people participated. Although I didn't share anything, there were a few people that mentioned things that made me want to shout, "Yes. Yes. I know exactly how you feel." So I will share a couple of those thoughts here.
1- The ocean. I.Love.T'ocean!! 'nuff said. No. Not 'nuff said. This person said that she grew up a few blocks from the ocean and could hear it every night (lucky). In response someone said that if you listened to the sounds of the freeway it could sound like the ocean. Everyone laughed. I immediately remembered an experience I had a few years ago as I lay in my bed one night. I could hear the sound of the wind through my open window. We had a row of poplar trees in our back yard that were quite tall and close together. As I lay there in the quiet darkness, I became aware of the sound of the leaves as the wind rushed through them. In an instant I was at the beach and could hear the sound of the waves as they crashed on the shore and then were drawn back into the ocean. I will never forget hearing the sounds of the ocean in my trees.
2- Disneyland. I LOVE Disneyland. It makes me happy. On more than one occasion tears have filled my eyes while visiting the "happiest place on earth". I'm not a Disneyland "pro" but I love it equally as much.
3- Springtime. I smiled when this was brought up. Every year when the snow has melted away and the temperature starts to warm, I am amazed as I see the bits of green peeking out just above the dirt and the buds appearing on the trees. It may seem to most that It is just simply... spring, but to me it is a very real reminder of the resurrection.
When I returned from ward prayer I picked up my scriptures to do my daily reading. I opened my Book of Mormon to Alma chapter 30 where I had left my bookmark and this is what I read in the chapter headings... all things denote there is a God...
Yes. They do.
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