Angela – Page 110 – Letters from Home

Catching up

Mark was honored as an Eastmont Patriot of the Month for citizenship, leadership, scholarship, and extra-curricular activities. Woot!

I helped make this quilt for a new baby in the neighborhood.

Every conversation at our house includes a status update on my massive painting project and Richard’s apple harvest. I stopped counting gallons of paint, but Richard knows exactly how many pounds of apples were produced.

Court of Honor

Missionary

BYU Homecoming Spectacular 3rd row seats. Awesome!

It’s Inktober for Paige on Instagram.

ONE page of a piece Timothy is working on. Legit!

Did I mention I am painting a lot? It feels like our house is finally becoming our own. I waited a long time to paint because I knew what a big job it would be and I didn’t have the time. So far, I have spent about 17 full days on it. I have not had this kind of time…ever in my life to devote to such a project. Someday I might post “after” pictures, but you could also come and visit.

Mark’s practice

This is a little glimpse of what I hear each day as he practices. Lucky me. And he is growing up so quickly.

Mud Flow at Spring Lake

This happened on my parents’ property. The house is fine. The National Guard is digging and laying sandbags.

Their property is inside this white fence.

We pray that the home is protected from more mud with the additional rain that is coming.

Article Here.

Watching paint dry

This week’s big project is goodbye, yellow paint, icky ceiling paint, unpainted baseboards, and fifty nail holes. The first part of this song keeps going through my head:

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.