It always feels so good to get things unburied from winter debris and get it all freshened up. Getting all that work done felt pretty great!
Meanwhile, Scott got up at 3:00 a.m. to catch a bus to Boise from Idaho Falls that was leaving at 4:00 a.m. Gross! Nobody should be doing anything but sleeping at that hour of the night. In the past, they rode on a chartered bus to Boise to get all their checkups and physicals. But not this time. They rode on a SCHOOL BUS. Ugh. Slow, loud, and uncomfortable. All the way to Boise and back. And all in the same day! Poor guy.
He went to bed early last night and slept great! And today (Sunday) he just had to go to Pocatello again and then back.
Sunday: Gwen gave her first talk in Primary at church. She did awesome! She wasn't scared at all! Some 3 year olds cower behind their parent up at the podium and refuse to say anything at all. But not Gwen. She repeated everything Amber had written for her and practiced with her like a champ!!
I sat in the back of the room and snuck in a couple photos. Like any cool Grandma would.
After Gwen's talk, and after the children enjoyed singing time, I gave a short presentation, filling in for Scott who is a primary teacher but couldn't be there to do it himself.
I told them I had a very special message for them and had them listen to discern what I was trying to say. Then I said, "I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints" with my mouth closed. After a few failed attempts to guess, but one boy got close, I read them a scripture out of the Come Follow Me lesson for this week. Doctrine and Covenants 30:5 says: "open your mouth to declare my gospel."
So I opened my mouth and tried sharing the message once again. This time they all got it. :)
Then I told them briefly how, in my travels last year on the East Coast, I sometimes stayed with people who had questions about what I believed. In one location down in Georgia, I was "grilled" for 4 hours about my beliefs and why I believe what I believe. I felt very uncomfortable and even left their house in tears because they made me feel like what I believe is dumb and wrong.
A couple weeks later, I had a similar experience up in Virginia. It turned out that the AirBnb where I was staying belonged to a Baptist minister and his wife. He asked me one evening about my religious beliefs. It turned into a lengthy 2 hour Q&A session, where again, I was made to feel bad for what I believe.
At this point, I paused in my story for a minute. I sat on a little chair and asked them if anyone had ever tried roller skating before. Several hands went up. I pulled my pair of skates out from a bag and started putting them on. I talked with them about whether they had ever fallen down while learning to skate, or ride a bike, etc. I stood up and skated around in a small circle on the carpet, and then pointed out that sometimes when we try to do good things, such as sharing the gospel, sometimes we fall down. I carefully "fell" down onto the floor. I told them that when those people made me feel bad for what I believe, I didn't know if I could get back up and do it again.
Then I shared the next scripture with them (while still sitting on the floor). Doctrine and Covenants 30:11. "Yea, you shall ever open your mouth in my cause, not fearing what man can do, for I am with you."
I told them how the very next day, after my conversation with the minister in VA, I was touring the oldest church in America. A lady working there asked me where I was from. (Idaho) She wanted to know what I was doing so far away from home, so I told her I was doing family history up and down the east coast. She replied, "Well that's interesting. I have a friend who is learning about her ancestors from some Mormons. I don't know what what the fascination is with those Mormons and why they do so much family history, but she sure is learning a lot."
While she was speaking, I kept hearing the Holy Ghost tell me over and over, gently but firmly, "Open your mouth. Open your mouth. Don't be afraid. Just open your mouth." So I finally did. I told her, "Actually, I'm a Mormon, though that's just a nickname. The name of our church is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And the reason why we do so much family history work is because family means everything to us. We are all part of God's family and family means everything to Him. We want to know our people and to feel connected to them." She was duly impressed and even apologized to me, worried that she had offended me. But I was not offended in the least. And that was that.
I got up off the floor and summed it all up again for the children. God gives us commandments, such as sharing his gospel. He will help us by being right there with us. We might fall or even fail at times. But we can get back up again and try again with his loving help.
We then sang the chorus of Nephi's Courage:
I will go, I will do the things the Lord commands.
I know the Lord provides a way, He wants me to obey.
I will go, I will do the things the Lord commands.
I know the Lord provides a way, He wants me to obey.
They loved it. And I think they especially loved seeing me get up on roller skates, ha ha. Children are the best.
Speaking of which, I just got off a short video chat with Jake and Hannah and Jack. They called so I could watch the process of waking Jack up to eat. He's an excellent sleeper, so it takes quite a bit of doing to get him awake enough to eat properly. They talk to him, and rub his tummy.
They undress him.
They talk to him some more.
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