Beneath the Wraps

           I know I make worse of situations inside of my head than how they really are – especially if I haven’t gotten a proper amount of sleep.  I know I shouldn’t be uptight and I know I shouldn’t dwell on what I can’t change – like missing dishes that have made their way out of the kitchen and haven’t been returned.  My imagination runs away with me and I get carried away – which reminds me this skit of Ernie returning a vacuum cleaner.            Often when I allow things to get out of hand the real life situation will have the opposite results and I find I have worked myself up for nothing.   Yesterday I had gone to the temple though Satan had done his best to keep me away.   After the session had ended Richard and I continued to Ashland to collect Jaime to bring her home for the next four days.   She presented me with a cup that has an owl on the side.   She said it was for my birthday (w...

              I know that sounds harsh as the scriptures tell us to become like a little child.   Doesn’t say a well behaved child or one who is still learning and growing and have patience as NONE of us is perfect.   My calling in primary felt more like a disciplinarian than a teacher.   Perhaps that is why I was in for so long.   I was supposed to learn from them.   Though I don’t think that I did.   I do quite enjoy Sunday School. That is growth for me.

 Well, perhaps not totally finished.   The microwave was installed May 16th.   Still have boxes of items that need to be put away.   And the contractors need to come collect their laundry sink and lock box.   Meanwhile . . . .                                   our outside

                  The first counselor in Relief Society was just released yesterday.   We knew it was coming.   But now there is a vacancy.   Almost every active member already has at least one calling.   Dang!           I did see a sister get called out of Relief Society.   I wonder if she was called to fill the position.   If so, I wonder if she accepted.  

            When Christ shared parables the “characters” were servants, sons, a certain man and so forth.   In the parable found in Luke 16:20 the beggar in the parable has a name.   I don’t know that I would have even thought anything about it if it hadn’t been pointed out.   The poor man was given a name but the rich man (verse 19) remained nameless. According to Google the name Lazarus means God has helped.         This was one of the parables that we had covered in Sunday School last week. We also discussed the “gulf” more in depth as we read the footnote which referred  us to 1Nephi 15: 28-30 which explains in part Lehi’s vision and that the “gulf” separates  the wicked in the spacious building from those holding on to the iron rod.       I am fascinated with the interpretation of parables and placing myself into each role of the characters as I age and relate to the story differently t...

          Last night Richard was approached by an unhoused woman who said she had not eaten for two days and would he be able to help her out.   We did happen to have some leftover food in the car.   He gave her the part we hadn’t eaten and she went on her way.   She reminded me of the unhoused woman mentioned at the end of this post.   One week into the pandemic and not all people were certain of how serious it was.   Masks and social distancing were not yet enforced everywhere.   Jaime and I could hear the homeless woman singing and Jaime decided to join her and made a tiktok video of the two of them singing “This is Me” from The Greatest Showman . I remember how Jaime looked at her as an equal and had not passed any judgement.   I knew she was standing too close for Carol’s liking. We had met up with her a day or two later ( here ) and had driven in separate cars. Jaime showed her the video the next day.   ...

 House sitting for a friend.  Gorgeous yard.