Time For An Update?

I was about to give Peach a hard time in that she had been a long time posting her news, when I realized I am guilty too!

David and I spoke this past Sunday - Bill lucked out with "his other job". We spoke off a talk given by Todd Christofferson. He was my first bishop! The title was a Sense for the Sacred.

David introduced the article and I talked about dress and Brother Bell- friend of ours sat in for Brother Bill - as Daddy fondly referred to him. - oh sorry he spoke about the body being sacred and the Temple being sacred.

As I was preparing my talk I thought of two distinctive memories - One I was first baptised and the DC Temple was just built. A member of each family unit was asked to come in and pick an envelope of seat tickets. I picked one and the bishop - Bishop Christofferson - asked me to pick another as his counselors had not yet picked. I picked another set - sitting in chairs in the hallway.

I was glad to get a call later that night from the bishop stating I would be able to keep my first set of tickets - Sitting four rows behind Sister Kimball in the great hall. When President Kimball walked in and the congregation sang - I knew at that moment this is the true church and spirit was so strong.

Years later I had another opportunity to go see the rededication of the Manti Temple. There were three couples we all planned to go. We loaded up the car- BUT oddly enough we were all not really talking to each other. So my boyfriend at the time was driving I was sitting in the back next to my roommate's boyfriend, Don and she sat in the front next to my boyfriend Marc. The other couple was split up too. We had a bad accident right outside of Idaho Falls and never made it to Manti.

Fast forward to a few years ago when the Raleigh Temple was dedicated. I was also blessed to have tickets then too. I have a picture somewhere of our little David in his white shirt and tie - just like Daddy, standing outside the Temple.

Ok I am not where I thought I would be career wise or even other wises, BUT I am so thankful for my family and the blessing they are to me. Even though sometimes we don't all see eye to eye I am blessed to have been sealed to them for all time and eternity and we can grow closer together.

The Power Of Prayer

It was a crazy weekend this past few days and we had the Dave Matthews Band - or as we call them thing one and thing two spend almost the entire weekend with us. Not a problem as he has become one of my other adopted sons. You know I don't mind if David's buds hang out here - I know where he is and what he is getting into!
Anyway we ran alot of errands Saturday and that night was a big tri stake dance for the youth! The plan was to drive the kids to the stake center and then three of us moms would sneak out to have a girls night out! We found out there were no chaperons from our ward so the three of us ran out to Ruby Tuesdays - GREAT salad bar and then came back to hang out. Needless to say I was tired when I finally got home and into bed.
Sunday I woke up and just about had a heart attack. The middle post of my ring - the diamond that my romeo bought in Holland was totally missing! I tried to piece out in my mind where I had been the previous day to try to track the diamond down. My sweet sensible husband simply said- Stop say a prayer and Heavenly Father will lead you to it!
So I did just that. No sooner had I ended my prayer I felt a impulse to check the pocket of the pants that I had worn Saturday. There in the front pocket was my diamond.

So... Yes the Lord does hear and answer our prayers - some quicker than others. Our ward split Sunday and We both wiped our brows as we "dodged a bullet" It is even harder as we are good friends with the Bishop's family. I know in my heart that the Lord puts us in positions to help us grow and benefit others so Where we will be called we will serve!