I guess my last post was depressing. I'm sorry! I'm really O.K. The one good thing about having a really bad day is that you really begin to appreciate the little things. So I'm grateful for the bad days that make me grateful for the good days!
Today my kids didn't get off the bus. I saw the bus driver drop the little girl off at the bus stop right before my kids stop and then he zoomed right by me at our bus stop! I began to panic a little because even if I'm late to the bus stop I always see my kids running down the street to me. I hurried and drove up the street and asked the little girl (I know her she has a crush on Kelty like all the girls in his class) if my kids were on the bus? She said, "Yes!" so I was a little relieved and went back to wait. I waited 10 minutes and still no sign of the bus. I started panicking again. I called the school. The school started to panic. I started to panic more. Finally 20 minutes later than the normal time they get dropped off, the bus came around the corner. I was so relieved! I kept imagining someone trying to kidnap all three of them at once. That would be so horrible and hard because my kids would definitely fight back. They maybe little but they are pretty darn tough. At jujitsu Kara went up against a little boy her size, the little boy said I don't want to go against her I'll kill her. Kara destroyed him pinning him several times. I'm so glad they made it home safe. The bus driver apologized. Kara started to cry a little as she was scared because she new she was the last one. Kelton said, he was thinking of the book goosebumps and was afraid the bus driver might turn into something scary and try to get them so he was already planning to use the emergency exit in the back of the bus if that happened. He felt like they would have a good chance of getting away because they were close to the emergency exit and it would be hard for the bus driver to get down the middle of the bus to them! Later the kids told me the bus driver thought they should always be the last ones off the bus because they are so quiet and it makes his job so much better. Anyways I thought that was a funny story. I'm so grateful for my kids that keep things in perspective for me.
Tonight Hayden is going to New Orleans to hear Elder Bednar speak, so I've got to leave here in a second to take him.
My sister in-law shared this story with me that I really liked. This story was given by Andrew Skinner at a BYU devotional.
I testify that our Father in Heaven cares about each of us, individually and personally. There are many examples of this doctrine that I could share, but my son Mark recently reminded me of one. Mark served a mission to Mongolia. He served with and developed a deep love for a senior missionary couple from Idaho. They used an interpreter their entire 18-month mission. Their interpreter—a Mongolian sister—had an important story to tell. She grew up in Mongolia. The missionaries found her and baptized her. When she joined the Church, she started saving money for a full-time mission. She received a call to one of the missions in the United States, but at that time she spoke almost no English. She got on a plane in Mongolia to come to the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah, knowing only three sentences in English:
“I am from Mongolia.”
“I am a missionary.”
“Please help me.”
When she got on the plane, no one had explained to her that she needed to change planes to complete the flight to Utah. She landed in Chicago, but, naturally, there was no one there to meet her and she didn’t know the language. She found a chair, sat down, and prayed to Heavenly Father to know what to do. She then got up to try to find help. As she was attempting to explain her predicament to a ticket agent (using her three English sentences), a man tapped her on the shoulder, pulled out his temple recommend, and showed it to her. She recognized the temple recommend because she had been given one before she left, so she knew this man at her side was a member of the Church. He motioned for her to wait. Ten minutes later he handed her his cell phone, and on the other end of the line was the missionary who had taught her the gospel in Mongolia. The missionary told her to follow the man to the plane to Salt Lake City and get on board. He told her there would be people to meet her in Salt Lake City—and there were!
Our Father in Heaven truly watches out for His children—very often through others. But that’s not the end of the story. The man in the Chicago airport was a businessman who has flown all over the world. He was upset that day because it was the first time he had missed his connecting flight to Salt Lake City. But because he was there at the Chicago airport, he overheard this Mongolian sister trying to get help, and he knew he could help her.
all that He does out of love. And He does what is best for us from an eternal perspective. He asks of us our loyalty, our willingness to help others, and our repentance—for which He will reward us with the riches of eternity.
As we near the end of another semester and another school year, it seems good to come back full circle to beginnings, to foundations and first principles. Therefore I return to where I began this morning—with President Brigham Young’s statement:
When you . . . see our Father, you will see a being with whom you have long been acquainted, and He will receive you into His arms, and you will be ready to fall into His embrace and kiss Him. . . . You will be so glad and joyful. . . . When you are qualified and purified, . . . you can endure the glory of eternity. [JD 4:54–55]
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