Okay, so I got some feeling back in my finger tips and I think that my brain will cooperate enough to type my days' thoughts.
I went to church today. I love church. I love dressing up my baby girl in pretty little dresses and my boys in handsome suits and going to be spiritually fed and renewed. Today I especially loved church. Kenaley looked so stinking cute in her little petti-skirt and I just love watching her walk in that thing...she has no visible legs under all that fluff and I just adore the little sway that it makes when she moves. But that is not why I loved church...
Sacrament was kind of surprising, learning that the bishop who I adore and who has helped me and carried me through so many trials, who gives me the confidence boost telling me that 'yes I can do it' and who has so many times blessed my family by allowing us to serve our Savior. But new direction can be an exciting thing. Sometimes that unexpected left turn when you should have gone right brings you to the coolest spots that you would have nevewr found otherwise. I can't wait until next week when I find out the new Bishop. I will not do any speculating here (It is really hard not to, people) But that is not why I loved church today....
I got to primary today and just like things usually are, we have these couple kids that are really having a hard time stepping away from their protective parent and into the shark tank that is the priamry room. It can be a scary place for a little minow. Huge sea, big fish, sharks. Its a scary thing. They scream. A LOT. We pry their little scared bodies off their parent's leg and rush them away, leaving the chorister to fend for herself and get those kids singing. We usually ends up outside until we can calm the blood curling scream to a cry, and then we slowly coax them into the shark tank. We have this theory, that if we can get them into the primary room and make them happy sitting with us, then we can eventually ge them to sit with their class, happily. Its a theory. I will let you know if it works. So I have 2 screaming boys- who take very well to the Halo action figures that my kids were playing with during Sacrament meeting. They are happily playing on the floor in the front of the room and I hear My number 2 lady in the hall with the third screamer. The fact that I can hear her is not a good sign- plus she is doing sharing time, so I need to switch screamers. I go and take the screamer from her, and we take a step outside. One of the stake presidency follows me, wondering what in the world this child is screaming for. As I explain to him that we are just having a hard time walking into primary today, he offers candy if she will go. She is not at all interested. We decide to take a visist into the nursery to see said screamers sister. Hoping that maybe seeing any family member will reassure her that she is, infact, not abandoned. It works. She starts to calm down, we talk about her upcoming birthday party and she says I can come- if I bring my chickens. Now we can walk into the primary room, and maybe hear 5 minutes of sharing time. I am met in the hall by a substitute teacher who has another scared little fish. I take the fish to sit with me making my screamer total 4. My two, now calm and happy screaming boys are sitting on the floor happily playing. Sharing time is now pretty well over and we are to practice for this fanatastic musical number that we are doing next week in sacrament. It makes me cry and I DON'T cry. Logan told me this fact last week when I cried while singing it. I love this song- this particular version of it. If I could record it next week I would so you could hear it. And you would know why I love it and you, too would cry. If not then I can't help you, your dead inside. So I am sitting with one lingering screamer- the first one I got, (the others have now joined there class :) or spotted family members in the hall- at which point we have lost all progress, and we turn them over) These 6 sweet kids start to sing the song: Jesus once was a little child, a little child like me. And he was pure and meek and mild as a little child should be. So, little children, let's you and I try to be like Him. Try, try, try. And it hits me. This little boy sitting here with me, my scared little minow, is so much like my Heavely Brother. He is pure and meek and mild and he is, trying to be like Him. Enter immediate flowing of tears. This screamer, whose mom apologized over and over to me for having to deal with him totally made my day. I got to see, and hold, and coax this sweet little spirit into primary today. I got to do my Heavenly Fathers work. And was rewarded a thousand times over again by that rush of the spirit filling every inch of my soul. Everybody who passed me in the hall with my little screamer kept saying "you will get blessings for this" and "I don't know how you do it," and "I could never do that" But today I felt that I am so incredibly lucky that my Heavenly Father trusts me enough to get to do that. To take those fantastic spirits that are so pure and meek and mild and let them sit with me. Today I loved my screamers. I love that I get to watch them try, try, try.
That is why I loved church today. Screamers.
I went to church today. I love church. I love dressing up my baby girl in pretty little dresses and my boys in handsome suits and going to be spiritually fed and renewed. Today I especially loved church. Kenaley looked so stinking cute in her little petti-skirt and I just love watching her walk in that thing...she has no visible legs under all that fluff and I just adore the little sway that it makes when she moves. But that is not why I loved church...
Sacrament was kind of surprising, learning that the bishop who I adore and who has helped me and carried me through so many trials, who gives me the confidence boost telling me that 'yes I can do it' and who has so many times blessed my family by allowing us to serve our Savior. But new direction can be an exciting thing. Sometimes that unexpected left turn when you should have gone right brings you to the coolest spots that you would have nevewr found otherwise. I can't wait until next week when I find out the new Bishop. I will not do any speculating here (It is really hard not to, people) But that is not why I loved church today....
I got to primary today and just like things usually are, we have these couple kids that are really having a hard time stepping away from their protective parent and into the shark tank that is the priamry room. It can be a scary place for a little minow. Huge sea, big fish, sharks. Its a scary thing. They scream. A LOT. We pry their little scared bodies off their parent's leg and rush them away, leaving the chorister to fend for herself and get those kids singing. We usually ends up outside until we can calm the blood curling scream to a cry, and then we slowly coax them into the shark tank. We have this theory, that if we can get them into the primary room and make them happy sitting with us, then we can eventually ge them to sit with their class, happily. Its a theory. I will let you know if it works. So I have 2 screaming boys- who take very well to the Halo action figures that my kids were playing with during Sacrament meeting. They are happily playing on the floor in the front of the room and I hear My number 2 lady in the hall with the third screamer. The fact that I can hear her is not a good sign- plus she is doing sharing time, so I need to switch screamers. I go and take the screamer from her, and we take a step outside. One of the stake presidency follows me, wondering what in the world this child is screaming for. As I explain to him that we are just having a hard time walking into primary today, he offers candy if she will go. She is not at all interested. We decide to take a visist into the nursery to see said screamers sister. Hoping that maybe seeing any family member will reassure her that she is, infact, not abandoned. It works. She starts to calm down, we talk about her upcoming birthday party and she says I can come- if I bring my chickens. Now we can walk into the primary room, and maybe hear 5 minutes of sharing time. I am met in the hall by a substitute teacher who has another scared little fish. I take the fish to sit with me making my screamer total 4. My two, now calm and happy screaming boys are sitting on the floor happily playing. Sharing time is now pretty well over and we are to practice for this fanatastic musical number that we are doing next week in sacrament. It makes me cry and I DON'T cry. Logan told me this fact last week when I cried while singing it. I love this song- this particular version of it. If I could record it next week I would so you could hear it. And you would know why I love it and you, too would cry. If not then I can't help you, your dead inside. So I am sitting with one lingering screamer- the first one I got, (the others have now joined there class :) or spotted family members in the hall- at which point we have lost all progress, and we turn them over) These 6 sweet kids start to sing the song: Jesus once was a little child, a little child like me. And he was pure and meek and mild as a little child should be. So, little children, let's you and I try to be like Him. Try, try, try. And it hits me. This little boy sitting here with me, my scared little minow, is so much like my Heavely Brother. He is pure and meek and mild and he is, trying to be like Him. Enter immediate flowing of tears. This screamer, whose mom apologized over and over to me for having to deal with him totally made my day. I got to see, and hold, and coax this sweet little spirit into primary today. I got to do my Heavenly Fathers work. And was rewarded a thousand times over again by that rush of the spirit filling every inch of my soul. Everybody who passed me in the hall with my little screamer kept saying "you will get blessings for this" and "I don't know how you do it," and "I could never do that" But today I felt that I am so incredibly lucky that my Heavenly Father trusts me enough to get to do that. To take those fantastic spirits that are so pure and meek and mild and let them sit with me. Today I loved my screamers. I love that I get to watch them try, try, try.
That is why I loved church today. Screamers.
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