I don’t know why I don’t just pour the honey from the plastic bear shaped container into a jar to start with – or why the honey companies don’t do it. Why bear shaped plastic? Oh, it’s cute – but very impractical. Perhaps it’s less costly than glass jars – perhaps more practical when shipping. But why the bear? Honey crystallizes. Boiling helps. But so much easier to boil a glass jar than a plastic bear. And trying to scrape out what gets stuck in the nose or ears - I feel like I'm being cheated at getting all my honey. Just saying.
Saturday, December 21, 2024
Sunday, December 15, 2024
Changing of the Guards
I love our new bishop. LOVE Him. No, it is not my husband – but they are the same age. Mike is a mechanic who used to have a business downtown, but retired. He is the nicest man. He’s the father of eight. Four were at the ward today. Three are inactive. It was great to see the support.
I thought that the Elders Quorum would be released and announced, but that was not the case. Our former bishop was advanced to a high counsel position. Hmm. My husband is now ward clerk – the only position I ever remember my dad having served. Guess we will be taking two cars to church from now on.
Saturday, December 14, 2024
Christmas Present for the Ward
Our ward has seemed to dwindle in attendance
since we first moved in. Some have left
our ward due to moving out of the area or moving on to the other side. We’ve had some move in – but where is the
activity? It has always been an older
ward; the daytime activities seem more well attended than night time.
The activities committee had set up and decorated Thursday morning to afternoon. It was beautiful. A lot of work went into it. They had set up an overflow room. But as it was not all the tables filled up. I don’t know why. Last year we seemed to have had people coming out of the woodwork. I felt smooshed as though there was no elbow room.
This year they had planned for 125 people. I think there may have been sixty people. Maybe. Lot of food. An announcement will be made tomorrow. Changes we’re not supposed to talk about. Speculations on my part. I do know who the new ward clerk is going to be. Many will be called and set apart tomorrow. I know I’m not supposed to say anything – but I don’t think anybody from my ward reads my blog – especially on Saturday. Why would they read the very day I post it. And after tomorrow they will already know.
Young Women and Relief Society will remain the same.
Thursday, November 28, 2024
Better than 2022 but still not high on the list
And so the traditions continue . . . .
I feel the same as I did just two years
ago – when we
postponed Thanksgiving because all of us were sick – except Jaime. But this year it’s only me – unless Jaime
has a sinus infection. She says her jaw
hurts and Roland threw out his back. We
did have Thanksgiving. There were seven
of us.
I had invited my friend Carolyn when I thought it was just us. But Richard wanted to invite Biff and his two. He also invited a member from our ward who will be going through a divorce and is having a hard time with it.
I did not play games with them but opted to do dishes instead. Found homes for all the leftover food. My head is throbbing currently. That is new. This morning it was just a sore throat. DangMonday, November 18, 2024
Gene-Fam-al-His-ogy-
Our ward had an activity on Saturday. I was asked to give a spiritual thought in relation to said activity – which was on family history. I thought I would just give a quick and short thought about why we have family history and sought inspiration. I listened to a conference talk given by Elder Nelson (now president) had given in 1994 which mentioned “genealogy” being replaced with “family history” which for me opened a whole new floodgate of questions.
Curiosity got the better of me and I researched dates and information related specifically to downtown Salt Lake. By the time I had finished my research I had enough information for a talk though unless specifically assigned the family history topic it is not a talk that I’ll ever give from the pulpit.
So my thought was:
“Genealogical Society of Utah
started exactly 130 years and 3 days ago.
So what is the difference between Genealogy and Family History. I would love to give you the reference but
this quote came up as an IA overview, but I thought it was such a good quote I
thought I would share it.
“Genealogy is the “bones” of a family tree and family
history is the “flesh” that brings it to life.”
I
concluded with another quote:
President Spencer
W. Kimball taught that “our great part in this aspect of missionary
work is to perform on this earth the ordinances required for those who accept
the gospel over there.”
I did not share any dates or discoveries that I had made as I researched the history specifically of the family history library located in Salt Lake.
I
remember searching through large books with legal documents containing family
group sheets and either copying the information by hand or most likely using
the copy machines and adding said information to my very own Book of Remembrance. How grateful I am that the legal paper is a
thing of the past.
On
January 10 last year the name was changed to FamilySearch library to accompany the
online source which is available world wide.
How blessed we are to literally have so much information at our
fingertips and do not have the expense of traveling to one destination or back
and forth to several.
Geneology – I am doing it, my geneology
Fam’ly history—I
am doing it, My fam’ly history.
And the reasons why I am doing it
And the love I
feel when I’m doing it
Are very clear to me
Is very sweet to
me.
I will keep my book of rememberence;
I learn stories of my progenitors;
I’ll write my history.
I write their history.
It’s a record of my family
I keep records of my loved ones
My geneology
On my own fam’ly tree.
Sunday, November 10, 2024
Ignorance
I am absolutely floored by
the amount of ignorance that
exists in this country.
Making Trump a president was
NEVER a good idea.
But now –
KNOWING he’s a felon –
impeached twice but never prosecuted.
Why not?
What is wrong with us?
Richard thinks he will die in office.
I wonder if it will be natural causes or
if he gets assassinated.
Probably by an ignorant fan who
had voted for him.
I hope when Vance is running the country
he will show us common sense that
seems to have been lacking for
the last 5 or so years.
Sunday, October 27, 2024
A New Perspective
The ward had announced the upcoming primary program – which was held today. I had a much better attitude towards it this year than in years past. I looked for the joy as the upcoming lesson for Relief Society was taken from Elder Kearon’s talk (here)
And reminisced of past posts here and here
I truly did experience joy.
Thursday, October 10, 2024
DL Trial and Persistence
I don't know what it is like in other states or if COVID is
to blame for the system or what have you - but just being able to land a test
driving appointment is no small feat. A person has to visit the site not
only daily but multiple times throughout the day - hourly if possible.
Jaime started her search in June or July and finally landed an appointment with
the Roseburg DMV on September 9th but continued her search until something
opened up in Canyonville. September 10. Had we known then what we
know now we would have just kept both.
We arrived a half an hour early to appointment. The room was the busiest I have ever seen it.
She wasn’t able to check in until 15 minutes prior to the appointment
time. We had proof of insurance but no expiration
date. She was dismissed and could not
take the test.
We were given information for third party testing – which she did in
Roseburg. The instructor had her turn
onto a one way street – which she has never done before. She made the turn for the furthest lane over
and was failed. She didn’t know.
She was gracious about it afterward saying it was probably a blessing
that she hadn’t been tested in Canyonville and had to learn about the one ways
as Ashland is full of them and she would like Ashland to be a regular destination.
Meanwhile I checked DMV on a daily basis and signed her up for
multiples. Her first appointment was in
Roseburg – their waiting room was a far cry from Canyonville – more empty seats
– no waiting at all. They took her
before the allotted check in time. She
was told she ran a red light which she says she did not do. Next appointment: Grants Pass.
Grants Pass is what I consider the halfway mark between here and Medford
Temple. The drive was between 40 and 60
minutes. When we arrived there was a
line outside the doors. Everyone was
being turned away due to the servers being down. The biggest problem – Jaime didn’t even want
her license. Why all this hassle for
something she doesn’t even want?
The last test she took was in Roseburg.
Meanwhile I had booked four more appointments – three in December. Thankfully she passed at her last appointment
(third party taken Oct 7) and in an unfamiliar car. Another from the friend group received his the
following day. She thought she would be
the last of her friends to get her license but had him beat by 25 hours.
Yesterday she took her first long drive by herself. She went to Medford to meet a group of
friends and drove herself home after the activity. I am so happy for her and pleased with her
decisions. She really is an awesome
human being!
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Teacher’s Training
When I was in primary I remember a class that was given to the instructors once a month – at least it seemed it was once a month and somewhere along the line that changed to once a quarter. I loved that class. I wish it had been better attended. I guess some classes were well attended. The ones I had attended were not. I guess that’s why it dwindled. A couple of years ago the class was offered on a Saturday morning with breakfast as an insentive. One of these classes was offered the last Saturday in September.
Our
second counselor drives 45 minutes from Tiller.
He walked in a few minutes late and was wearing sports shorts and a
baseball cap. I wasn’t offended in any
way, but thought it odd. He then got up
to teach and told us to grab some doughnuts and he would return in just a
few. When he returned he was dressed as
he normally is on Sunday and introduced the lesson with “dressing for the role
to be taken seriously” . . . he then asked a few of us about our garden, job,
week, etc. and proceeded to give a
really great lesson. Reminders to come
prepared and have a backup just in case.
On
Sunday I was on my way to church and accepted an assignment to teach a primary
class. I looked over the lesson about
ten minutes before hand and adapted some of the things I had learned the
morning prior. It went well for me. I still don’t miss being in primary. I do enjoy being in Relief Society.
Monday, September 30, 2024
Memories Through the Grief
unfortunately somewhat of a short post. unfortunate because of lack of contact.
Before
starting my senior year in high school I had gone to San Francisco to visit my
Grandma Mary. Uncle Bruce picked me up
at the airport. I hadn’t seen him for
quite some time and wasn’t even certain
that it was him. I got in the car with
him anyway.
I remember spending one day with his
wife and son. They had two cats. I remember Joe had used two different methods
of discipline one for each cat. I also
remember holding him when he was a baby.
When Jaime was two or three she
received a child sleeping bag from one of the neighbors. Bruce was visiting my mom and I happened to
have the sleeping bag in the car. I was
having problems rolling it up and asked Bruce if he could show me as I knew he
was an experienced camper. Jaime
unrolled the bed at least twice while he was there. I think she thought it was a game.
I remember my other uncle having an
upright piano in his house. It had been
painted bright orange.
I remember having listened to his record collection without realizing that it was his. He had served as a police officer and said the mission district was his least favorite. I remember Grandma having put me on the train at the mission underground. I got off at a station above ground. I remember meeting my uncle at the transport system in Lafayette. I spent a Sunday with the family. I do not recall our interaction with one another.
When my uncle returned me to the train station in Lafayette he gave me specific instructions not to go upstairs once I arrived at the mission but to wait for grandma to come and get me. I related this to my mom after my trip was over. My smiled at the thought on how I was to wait underground for a little old lady to come and save me.
I met my cousin’s wife when we had gone to Salem for a convention. Our
visit with them was an hour or so. Same
with the convention. Richard, Jaime and I were the only non-staff who
attended. We won the two door prizes
that were offered. They had tons of food
and told us to take as much as we wanted.
I called my cousin and his wife and gave the address and told them to
bring containers. They did not come. And
we had a three hour drive so we didn’t take any food. What a waste.
My mom seemed to be close with each of
her brothers. I do not believe they were
close to each other.
Saturday, September 28, 2024
A sense of grief
I have twelve cousins – eight on my dad’s side and four on my mom’s. My parents are each the eldest in their families. Dad has a brother two years younger and baby sister (they are about twelve years apart). My mom has two brothers. All of my dad’s family lived in the Salt Lake area except for the few years that my Uncle and Aunt lived in Denver for a couple of years – that could be a different post and was several decades in the past.
My mom’s family lived in different parts of
northern California. My mom’s first
brother and his wife had three children – a boy and two girls. The youngest brother and his wife had adopted
a boy. We had visited our cousins on occasion
but didn’t know much
about them beyond their names. And even with that one I am not certain of his
given name. I had thought it was Joshua
and they changed it to Josiah. He went
by Joe so I am not sure what is was. I am five years older than the oldest of
my cousins on my mom’s side. None of us are close.
The eldest cousin lives in Oregon. Richard, Jaime and I have visited him and his
wife five or six years ago. That was
it. Our only visit with him as an adult
and probably only three when we were in our youth. I’ve had contact with his youngest
sister on facebook but nothing recent – until yesterday.
My mom and her first brother
passed away the same year. My uncle's children
had given us updates about his health. He died shortly after mom had moved into assisted
living. Their youngest brother had come
to see mom a few weeks after he passed. She passed four months after he did.
And yesterday both of my brothers recived phone messages
from San Mateo welfare system –
one viewed it as a scam but the other one answered. The call was to inform them of the passing of
our uncle (the youngest of mom's brothers; the one who had visited before mom passed) and as his son (Joe) had passed the year prior. The posterity of his siblings
would be the sole heirs of his estate.
Say what? Steven sent out a text
message to us and asked if any of us knew how to get a hold of our cousins.
I messaged the two who are on
facebook. I felt like a heel not knowing
their lives or what their position is toward our late uncle but informing them
that not only has he passed but that it has been requested that someone from family
assist in matters. I included the eldest
of my cousin’s wife in the conversation
as she is on facebook and though my cousin has an account is not on often it at
all. He is in his final stages with Huntington’s and will probably
be gone by next year (according to his wife). I have learned of three deaths have happened (or will
happen) within the matter of minutes.
There were tears in my eyes – for Uncle
Bruce was a loner and died alone. I have
no idea when or how Joe passed. I’m not even
close to these people though I do have memories. Only a few memories. It was a hodgepodge combination of emotions
brought to the surface. My vision made
the messages received blurry. I was
involved in a text conversation with my brothers relating messages I’d received
from messenger from my cousins –
trying to correct what I’d transcribed
before sending it. I was an emotional
wreck. I wish I knew better than I do.
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
3 anniversarys: fantastic, melancholy and tragic
My brother no longer posts to his blog but has left MANY detailed posts on his facebook page. Yesterday was a tribute to mom and some to himself for the grief of her loss. He said he’d almost forgotten that it was 13 years ago yesterday. His final note (after providing a detailed account of her final stages of life) was “hearts and wounds heal with time and that life continues moving forward”.
Am I a terrible person for forgetting
when she died? She passed the day after
Richard and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. We were married two days prior to the bombing
of the twin towers in New York – a day when our nation seemed to pull together
to show their support. A time when Rudy Giuliani
cared about his city and seemed to be loved and respected.
Having mom pass was disheartening, but
I don’t think as disheartening as having her forget. Having her mind in a different world apart
from our own reality. I remember that
first week after we had checked her in. I remember watching a health-care
worker spoon feeding one of the residents – the way one would a toddler in a
high chair. I was saddened by the sight
thinking my mom would be in that position one day. But she wasn’t. She passed before going through all the
stages. I was glad of that. I was happy to not have to see her being
spoon fed. I wasn’t happy that she had
passed – but we had all lost her long before then. Dementia had robbed us all.
Three anniversaries in a row. A great one for me and Richard. A mixed-emotion one for my family. A devastating one for the nation – though we do have a few positive results – the overall reasoning is just so heartbreaking.
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Restoring Legacies and Treasures
Richard and I will often watch BBC’s “The Repair Shop” (here) in which patrons bring their time worn heirlooms to be restored to another time. It’s great to see so many attached to sentiments in our throw-it-out/replace/upgrade it society. I don’t recall having any family heirlooms.
My mom had been raised in poorer circumstances with many relics that may not have been considered antiques at the time – certainly not of value either financially or sentimentally. We threw things away and replaced them – though I remember my brother and I both hoarding “stuff” as sentiments. Perhaps even now. But nothing worth restoring . . . I don’t think.
I do have a set of scriptures that belonged to my mother. The binding on the triple combination is torn in places and many of the pages have definitely seen better days. But it is a treasure because I see where she has marked certain scriptures and written in the margin. That for me is a treasure – something I would definitely have restored if I lived in England and could travel to the repair shop more easily than now.
The most interesting thing I think I have seen is a coconut scraper (which I had never even heard of before, but does make sense; just something the average person wouldn’t encounter or have need for) and the most touching has been with the restoration of a painting that survived war. You can read about (and see the workmanship involved) here for one. There are others if you would like to research it more.
Thank you to those who have the skills to make the restorations possible and for those who choose to have their legacy live on in these items. I love to hear their stories. And I love watching the shared talent of others.
Thursday, September 5, 2024
My Church Friend
It must have happened shortly after
she
was taken to the doctor for a
different
medication. I hadn’t seen
her
for a few weeks. I called and left
a
message. I had more than once.
People
were starting to worry. Her
family
hadn’t let us know that she
was
gone.
We
could have offered our assistance. Why
didn’t
they tell us she had been called home to
our
Heavenly Father? She passed two
months
ago and I am just learning about
it
today. Perhaps the family didn’t know
how
to get in touch with us just as we
don’t
know how to get in touch with them.
At
least I didn’t. I didn’t know her for
long.
What
an impact she has made.
Tuesday, September 3, 2024
Watership Fawns
Between
exit 112 and 110
I see a couple of deer quite
close to the
shoulder of I5 and I
think of the doe
who tried to
outrun us in this post and wonder –
do these deer not
see the cars as preditors?
For the most part I have seen fawns – perhaps
teenagers making a
dare – going for the most
luscious grass near
the shoulder
(which I don’t
believe has any vegetation worth the risk)
I always think of “Watership
Down”
only deer instead
of rabbits.
car is moving to
quickly to take an accurate
picture. I see them only on the return from
Roseburg – never toward
Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Feeling Inspired
In April I was asked to outline the RS lessons to correspond
with Come Follow Me lessons.
I had only my notes and the titles of the 2020 “Don’t Miss This” Episodes.
It was right after general conference and so I didn’t have the titles of
the talks we had picked,
only the speakers.
Of course I prayed for inspiration on where to put the 11 or 12 conference talks that
we had picked for our lessons.
There were six that were definitely set in stone but wasn’t quite certain
how to place the other talks.
This week’s theme was spot on as the reading in Come Follow Me was on the Strippling Warriors (starting here) and the RS lesson was from this talk.
Saturday, August 24, 2024
Summer Mind Melt
I have had ideas for posting
– but have not made the effort to
communicate what’s in my brain to
my fingers to type out what I thought.
It’s usually gone before the
computer has booted. I am so out of it during
the summer. Either fatigued
due to the heat or knocked into
a coma by the wind, fan and/or air conditioning.
Summer came early this year.
It was in May.
And now it’s August, but it
feels like fall.
I have been more alert this week.
Not so tired
and in a trance.
This morning I got up to turn on
the heater. What is up with that?
Friday, August 23, 2024
Perfect Weather
It has cooled off severely.
High today is supposed to reach 67.
How awesome is that?
I wish that were the high all year long.
Sunday, August 18, 2024
Pool Party Cancelled
Since moving to Oregon I have taken a fitness each summer except for 2020. The class has averaged 10 – 16 people except for this year. Mass turnouts. Each week we have had an average of two to six people who are new to the class or haven’t attended for several years. If everybody that came to class at least one time this year were to show up for a pool party, I suspect we’d have between thirty and forty people (I am guessing closer to forty) Fortunately not everybody who has attended all summer long turns out every day because that is a lot of people for a workout group.
I don’t recall which year the instructor
decided to introduce the “pool party” idea that would
take place the last Saturday before the lifeguards returned to school and the
pool closed. I have only gone to
two. Last year the pool party was closed
due to the hazardous amount of smoke in the air.
Yesterday it rained ALL day. Poured. I hadn’t seen (or felt) rain that hard in Oregon since Easter of 2015 – before we had even moved to Oregon. It was pretty apparent that we wouldn’t have the pool party before it was even announced. No big deal in my opinion. I’d much rather be rained out than smoked out. And we really needed the rain more than the pool party.
Saturday, July 27, 2024
I Didn’t Wish to Jinx it
I have been quite lame about posting to my blog this summer. The weather wipes me out. Either I am so hot that I can’t think or I’m being sent to a coma by the a/c or fans . . . . or winds. I have been feeling blessed with the lack of smoke that we have seen this month – although the last two days have brought a haze that I can barely see. Richard and Jaime can smell it but I cannot. I’ve had the windows open and just thought it was overcast.
I’ve been checking the fire map and have not noticed any fires along I5. Richard says this is blowing from the east of us and is the worst fire in all of Oregon history. All the fires have been given names – usually after the area it is burning. This one is called the Durkee Fire – just west of Boise, Idaho (here). Oh, my heck!
We did have a fire in the neighborhood quite recently. I missed my window of opportunity for taking pictures. I did that on purpose hoping that it could be maintained and I we wouldn’t have to evacuate. I heard the fire trucks and new it was close – but not so close that those who live in the adjoining neighborhood wouldn’t be able to get through on our street and would have to park their cars at the base of the hill. I had never seen so many cars parked or people outside in the neighborhood since we moved in 2016. But then again we didn’t have most of those neighbors before 2020. Weird.
I did not see the fire. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the flames from any fire – only smoke. White smoke at that – the water sprays were the same white color and the fire was out. I don’t know what happened but am very grateful that it was out shortly after the trucks arrived. Perhaps I’ll create a follow up post if I should hear about what may have happened.
Monday, July 8, 2024
Growth and Shrinkage
The last ward we attended in Utah was called Granger 14th. Boundaries were exceptionally weird, but we did have enough activity that there were two adult Sunday Schools. I don’t recall anyone having multiple callings. It was a good ward.
We had only been here for a couple of
years when we returned to Utah for my late daughter-in-law’s funeral. We had been invited to stay for a linger
longer at the Granger 14th. A
lot of people had moved out of the ward in that two years time. A LOT.
I asked someone if a lot of members were on vacation. Looking around she claimed that most of the ward
was in attendance. The ward had shrunk.
When Jaime and I had gone back for a
visit last year we were told that the Granger 14th had dissolved. That's too bad. Understandable, but still sad.
The other day I received a phone call
from my sister updating me on the boundary changes that had taken place within
their stake (first area where Richard and I had moved to). She, for one, was grateful for the change as
there has always been an overwhelming amount of members who were not active and
so did not have callings.
Our current ward has had a lot of
inactivity as well. I have never lived
in a ward where I couldn’t walk from one end to the other. I don’t know how many miles the ward boundary
covers. I know there are some who if
they visited others would take over an hour just to arrive at one another’s
houses.
We have had six or seven convert
baptisms just this year. Most are still active. There is one who is slipping and two that
have received the discussions but have not committed to baptism – rather have listened
to those who are against having them baptized.
There is growth – such as having only
six wards in our stake after we moved in.
We now currently have seven. There is also shrinkage.
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Lift Where You Stand
According
to my Cryptogram puzzles Pope Francis said “God Never gives someone a gift they
are not capable of receiving . . .” referring to the gift of Christmas, but I
took it to another level and posted the following to the RS page:
“God never gives us gifts
that we are not capable of receiving. He never gives us a calling that we are
unable to fulfill. If we are willing and ask in faith for His loving guidance
we can perform as an instrument in His hands. We can go from an unpopped kernal
to desirable popcorn that we were meant to be.”
The last part of the quote comes from Ben Wilcox “Come Follow Me” lesson for next week (here)
I know that there are people who
struggle with their callings as they feel inadequate in the position due to
their lack of knowledge or being able to relate to those they serve or those
they serve with. I do not foresee that
in my current position or presidency, but I know when I was initially called
back in 2018 there were some challenges that were in attendance. I’ve served with three different presidents
now and think we are at our best this year.
Some presidents have delegated with no
problem, others don’t seem to know the meaning of the word. Sometimes the calling we are given is to
serve those have trouble with delegating or handing the reigns to someone
else. Sometimes for those we serve. Often for ourselves.
My mom accepted all callings she was
asked to fulfill – often with a lack of enthusiasm or self confidence. She had taught in primary, nursery, cub
scouts and Relief Society and was diligent in her calling and always prayed for
guidance.
One year when my brother was about
eight or nine she had been called to teach his class. She had one rebellious youth who challenged
her as he needed discipline and she seemed to focus on that aspect of her
calling. She made an appointment to see
the bishop to ask if she could be released.
And then something amazing happened . . .
Now this is in the day of landlines
and long distant calls – costly at that.
She received a call one day (before her appointment with the bishop) and
it was another student from her class.
She had gone out of town to attend the funeral of a family member and
had been having a hard time with her emotions but then remembered something my
mom had taught her in primary. She was still
out of town when called my mom (long distant) to thank her for teaching her
about the Holy Ghost. It was a
confirmation to my mom that she needed to stay put in the primary class and not
focus so much on the poor behavior of one student when there were several
others who were learning.
My mom often compared herself to
others saying that she didn’t have the talent to lead music as well as Bro.
Smith and felt mortified if ever he walked by while she was leading music. Or teaching.
She didn’t have the same theological understanding of the scriptures as
our neighbor Peggy for instance. I would
get upset with my mom and lovingly scold her because she was called to lead the
music perhaps for her own growth – and I doubt that Bro. Smith ever thought, “I
could do this better. What was Heavenly
Father thinking allowing her to lead music?”
We all have our own talents and
abilities. We can’t all reach every
single person in the same manner that someone else might. I, for example, prefer the simplistic
teaching as opposed to the theological scholars who speak in four syllable words
and I have no idea what they’re talking about.
My brain is not that complex. Nor
was my mom’s.
One day she was teaching her lesson
and scolding herself for not knowing the lesson inside out, forwards and
backwards and with her eyes closed. At
the end of her lesson a member who had not been to church for several years
came up to her and thanked her for her simple lesson. It had been easy to understand.
“See,” I told my mom. I don’t recall my exact words but I reminded
her that we all have talents – some aren’t as polished as others, but that’s
okay. We are all here to learn and grow
together. Some might need a nudge to get
going. We all have potential.
The title of my blog post? I got that from a talk I read this morning. Elder Uchtdorf's talk to the general priesthood October 2008 here