Beneath the Wraps

A virtual stake conference was scheduled for Sunday.  Of course we couldn ’ t watch it at home as we had no internet.  Our options were to either miss church or watch the video at the church building. I think Roland was planning on working with connecting the internet as soon as it was warm enough, but I told him if he wanted to be blessed that he would have to go to Church with Jenna and me. When we hold ward meetings each Sunday, the podium and microphone are wiped down between each speaker.   They did not do that at stake center in Roseburg (we did not go to Roseburg but watched the broadcast at the building in Myrtle Creek) and it was kind of freaking me out – especially since two of the stake presidency were quite moist with emotion.   I guess when you are on the stand behind the speaker you don ’ t notice what the speaker is doing or how he/she might be spreading germs around unintentionally.   I personally don ’ t enjoy sitting behind the speaker as I ...

  Today was supposed to be ward conference.   Though we were initially scheduled to return on July 26 Circumstances have changed and we have not Been able to attend   Last night the stake secretary provided a message A virtual recording which I watched this morning. It was only six and a half minutes long. Short but powerful.   The message was on the parable of the Sower and Compared this time to the seeds represented and Which ones we will choose to be You can listen and watch to this parable here

My apologies about this disjointed post.  I should have written this all down while it was happening.  Too late now.  The elders had showed us this video before.  They showed it again at the baptism.  I cried the first time that I saw it.  I cried even harder at the baptism.  Both times I had thought of Annaleigh, my brother-in-law's first wife, who was in need of assistance getting her to various doctor appointments and such, and how it felt like there were only a few of the sisters serving her needs and how much time and planning was involved. My brother-in-law, Bill, is great. Some of us just didn't know how depressing the situation was.  Bill lives up to his last name, Jolly.  He was devoted to Annaleigh and if someone just knew him but not her, there was really no clue about Annaleigh's condition or her attitude or needs.  Overall, I felt depressed just being around her.  Nevertheless, she still needed to be served. ...