This is a little glimpse of what I hear each day as he practices. Lucky me. And he is growing up so quickly.
Author: Angela
I write so my family will always have letters from home.
Mud Flow at Spring Lake
This happened on my parents’ property. The house is fine. The National Guard is digging and laying sandbags.
We pray that the home is protected from more mud with the additional rain that is coming.
Article Here.
Watching paint dry
Here are a few pictures of Chile in honor of the birthday boy today.
Happy birthday, Grandma Stewart
I woke up this morning dreaming about my Grandma Stewart. It would have been her 89th birthday today. I was grateful for a visit from her. I miss her.
Tribute I wrote about her HERE.
Religion Class
In my adult religion class this week, we had a guest speaker who taught us about the Tabernacle and the High Priest’s clothing. The teacher made these pieces himself, and wove the ephod fabric himself. I liked seeing the symbolism of these pieces and that he was willing to share. I have studied all of this before, but this class was unforgettable and touched my heart. I love a great visual aid.
Gold
Timothy did not enjoy having the piano stowed under plastic last week. He practiced on Daniel’s keyboard, but it wasn’t the same. Within a few minutes of removing the plastic, he was playing the grand piano. And I have found my new happy place.
Tim’s Great Game
photo credit: Dean Brockbank
It was a glorious morning on Saturday with sun, pleasant temperatures, and a great Frisbee game to watch. Timothy is fast and made some great catches. His position is like wide receiver in football. He runs down the field for the long passes and there is a lot of glory when he scores points.
When they didn’t contact us
I spent the week painting my living room and hallways.
The mission never contacted us to let us know Daniel arrived.
I just applied gallon after gallon of paint on the walls. It was a difficult week.
Post Update:
Personal Ministry
This little video made me think about my own neighborhood, and the messages I would like to send by my actions to my neighbors.
Bishop Brockbank, our previous bishop, talked a lot about personal ministries. This was many years ago and I was inspired by his words, and began doing things in my neighborhood, not connected to my church responsibilities. I have made time in my schedule for unlikely people. It has made a positive difference in my life, and in the way I view my neighbors. I give time, my talents, and my compassion. These acts are personal and real and treasures to me. You are also my neighbor, dear reader, and I hope you feel that when I write, I care about sharing real things, true things, and about you. Have a wonderful day.
Goodbye, green room
I was never a fan of this moody split pea soup room. Today I am supposed to be cool with Daniel flying halfway across the world without a send-off. In my cocoon, waiting to become yielded and still, I see that I must get rid of this color. Immediately.