Lately, when someone asks me what I’m up to, I have boring answers. The most immediate project that comes to mind is that I’m pulling a lot of weeds each day.
Last summer I was under a lot of stress and felt unwell, so this summer I am thankful that I’m pulling weeds and managing life’s demands in gentler, healthier ways.
“I think I’m pretty lucky to be able to go to Young Women camp.” -Richard
Richard helped represent the bishopric on Friday night, which means he got to hear the girls’ testimonies and see how everyone had bonded during the week. He also enjoyed some wonderful food. Good things happen at Young Women camp.
It’s not very often that I can see all of our children’s faces in the same conversation. We had five or ten minutes together last Sunday. 🥰
We decided it was time to take out the last two big Cottonwood trees from our backyard. It wasn’t easy to say goodbye to their rushing leaves, shade, and the privacy they offered, but now we have a mountain view. The yard feels bigger, too.
It is so rare to find photos of us as a couple. Thanks to Shari for sending these to me and thanks to Susanna for taking them. I don’t remember why I was being so silly. 😚
We celebrated our 31st anniversary last month, and I think these photos capture who we are together.
Mark has been a missionary for 20 months and he remains enthusiastic and full of light.
This week during our video call, W spent time seeing to the comfort of his stuffed animals. Here, he gives a loving gaze, face to face. This was the “love lesson” of the week:
Take time to truly see and adore your loved one.
Then Jesus beholding him loved him. -Mark 10:21
When Mark was young, he liked to set up our little carnival pieces during the first days of summer vacation from school. Now I set them up for my own delight…and for our grandson.
Since the USA celebrates its 250th birthday this year, I included more bunting than usual. 🇺🇸
I can get overwhelmed by the problems I see around me. Sometimes I will have an interaction that leaves me speechless and baffled by the things I observed. Sometimes I’m part of the problem, but at least then I can do something about it.
There are other times when my actions and attitudes have no part in the problem. The person is beyond my reach or beyond my capacity to help. At these times, I’ve seen the emancipating power of this phrase during prayer, “I trust Thee,” meaning that I trust the timing and manner of God’s miracles. For me, a frequent equivalent of offering loaves and fishes is offering prayer.
The extended Ross family had quite a month. Yesterday was a happy spot, with the wedding of our nephew Jeff. The darling couple played jazz saxophone with their band, sang, and danced at their reception. How enchanting.
Weddings are beautiful, and this one was particularly lovely, but nothing compares to the blessings from our Father in Heaven that we heard during their temple sealing. Well begun, Jeff and Paris!
