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:
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.
Our Relief Society presidency was released last Sunday. I have felt all of the emotions about this change in my life, but have landed on joy, and that is where I will stay. I have no ultimate regrets or concerns about things left undone. I know I served with all I had, and was strengthened by God to go beyond that. I have loved this calling, and have thanked my Father in Heaven often for the privilege to serve in such a deep way. Most of all, I have loved the relationships I have been able to build with the people in my neighborhood. My presidency has been ideal for me and for the season we served. Each was so needed in her role, so perfectly prepared by experiences, personal gifts, and goodness. I asked Paige to make a simple sketch of our faces, close together, that I could frame or embroider. I love these women!
Elder Ross leaves for Chile on Monday. Usually in his letters, he shares funny quotes that he hears in his district and some spiritual thoughts. This was a fun letter. -A
Week 6 missionaries get colored dots for their nametags. We think it’s to show people that they hypothetically (on paper) should potentially-if they’ve been working hard-know enough Spanish to be somewhat competent in conversation. It’s actually impressive how much we’ve all learned.
I LOVED the Face To Face event with Elder Cook and two Church historians, Kate Holbrook and Matt Grow last night. I always cheer for Brother Grow. He is the father of one of Tim’s friends.
You can view it here:
They answer questions about transparency in Church history, the accounts of the First Vision, polygamy, translation of the Book of Mormon, and more. The historians’ words are eloquent and full of faith.
It’s a page-turner. But you don’t need a hard copy. You can read it on your devices here. There are links in the electronic document to take you to the primary and secondary sources. This is an approachable history and I am enjoying it!
P.S. Mark likes it, too.

In recent months, it has become very clear to me that empathetic people are powerful influencers. I think one of the things my sons have learned through my Relief Society service is empathy. They have been great supports these past 3 years, and this week, they had the perfect words to say in response to something that happened to me. Then they helped with dinner.
This weekend I learned that I lost the only record I kept of my time as Relief Society president: the calendar with the names of each sister I served every day. In my emotional fog after Daniel left on his mission, I attacked a stack of papers on my desk and tossed them in the recycling, not realizing my calendar must have been among these papers. This is a profound loss to me. I gave up writing in a journal during the years I have served, telling myself that this calendar was to be my record of my time as president. This calendar, God, and I are the only ones who know what I really did during these years, and I have a terrible memory. I have wept on the floor over this loss. Underlying this loss is the fear that what I have done just ascends as smoke and does not matter. But we all know that is nonsense, and in stronger moments than these I will feel better. Acts of love remain, and are never wasted.