Beneath the Wraps

            The counselors from the Elder’s Quorum and Relief Society are asked to attend the huddles of either family history or meet with the missionaries.   As both RS counselors have been involved with another class (which happens during the time of the huddle meetings) the president and I have filled in for the last three weeks or so. And then Richard was called to assist in the missionary program (which he has pretty much been doing anyway). In our last huddle the missionaries presented a list of some inactive members they had contacted and told us that each had expressed interest in returning to the fold.   Each of us were assigned a few names from the list.   Richard felt impressed to bring goodies – cupcakes or cookies.   We settled on chocolate chip cookies and Richard and I visited two households yesterday.   The first house we drove to was in the country.   50 Acres.   Nice couple.   They used to ...

            I LOVE Jenna ’ s enthusiasm – which I have mentioned several times.  Even throughout this pandemic she has never lost her light.  Oh, sure, it may have dimmed a few times but the spark would never die completely. She has been so enthusiastic with “ Light the World one by one ” program.  As much as I hate to admit it I often do not have a proper attitude of greeting the day nor have I had the desire to fulfill each daily task challenge for “ Light the World ”. I do it with Jenna because of her excitement. I don ’ t want to contribute to dimming her light.   I think she has posted something everyday  –  but as a story so it doesn ’ t remain for all to view. I tried to screenshot them all  –  though I can ’ t seem to locate all of them nor did I keep all the clip art pictures that she added.     On the 7 th day of December we painted a naked sled and took it to a man who will often give Bonni...

            I was sitting on the couch in our front room when I heard a knock on our back door.  What the hey?  Nobody has ever used our backdoor since we’ve lived here.  I went to the backdoor.  I didn’t see anyone.  And so I opened the front door.  I saw a UPS truck.  How odd. I didn’t think we had ordered anything.  I stuck my head out the door.  The UPS man saw me and said he had left the package on the back porch.  Okay.  We’ve never had that before either.                         I went to the porch to find a rather large box.  At first, I couldn’t see who it was for or from. It does not help matters that one of the last NCIS shows I have watched was about a messed up individual who sought revenge on others by mailing bombs in packages.  I finally see the r...