Another Wonderful Day

Our meetings were uplifting and the messages were terrific. The theme for sacrament was “What do we really know about God, our Father?” The choir sang a special number, “O My Father,” after the youth speakers. It was fitting, given the theme. I was holding Parker when the choir went to the front to sing. Of course he was a little Angel on my lap and reverent during the song that I got teary eyed as I felt the meaning of the words to the hymn.

Aislyn noticed the tears who then turned to me in her not so soft voice looked at me, and said, “Grandma, why are you crying?” I just whispered quietly in her ear, that the song was beautiful and I was touched by the Spirit and felt happy too.

Our lesson in Relief Society was about Joseph Smith’s first vision. Our teacher was a young married returned sister missionary, newly called to teach. She demonstrated how creatively she and her companion had to be at times; she did a door approach for us. She then asked how many were converts and how many born in the Church. She had some of us contribute with answering how we came to have our testimonies of the gospel. Then she had those who were born in the Church give their comments as well.

I recalled how I had been searching for religious answers two years prior to the missionaries coming to our home tracting in our neighborhood. I had already gained a testimony that God was our Father and knew without question his role in the Creation. So when I saw the Joseph Smith First Vision story in the Salt Lake Visitor’s Center five months earlier-- I knew for a surety and never doubted what Joseph saw was true!

There were several opportunities as I look back on my youth for my parents to grasp truth as it was presented at our dining room table when my little brother had just passed away. I often wondered if our LDS neighbors sent the missionaries after that incident. I heard about families and the belief that they could stay together forever. I didn't know much about it then, but recall their visits for several times in that time frame.

It makes sense that ten years later when the missionaries came knocking on my door that I was prepared and believed from the start and was ready to listen.

A Time for Celebration/Party Time

I tried to insert the photo here on this part of the day's entry. But I also had to get my photos to cooperate. I sent Hank some photos not posted here but then couldn't figure out how to find the file and not duplicate the download of the first file on my memory card. It is strange how if I let the day go by and not worry about it, later things just go into place without me doing anything different to correct some error. I won't belabor such a triviality.

Nevertheless, I went to K9's birthday bash at the K's. You can see Aislyn and Ella in the background with K9, K3, & K4 next to him and Grandpa Hank. K9 posed and was happier for this shot than earlier he didn't even want to smile! He chose to have Lori make a grand piano shaped cake with white/brown chocolate keys made of Hersey bars. I think he just wanted the chocolate, since he didn't eat any of his own chocolate cake! You will note that K9 has the traditional honored red crystal plate and goblet birthday place setting. He chose to have his favorite dish, chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy and corn. Lori said he wanted Chicken and corn with miracle whip. So she talked him into having mashed potatoes/gravy too. He had a great time and loved all of his dinosaur pj's and tee shirts etc. The cousins, Aislyn & Ella said they had a great time too, and loved going places with Grandma.