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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

I should be reading my scriptures.

It's been a good weekend. Only half the items on my list accomplished, but enough that I felt I used my time wisely.

This was a good Sabbath. Yesterday I attended Kora's baptism. Today I was invited in with the family to her brother Ky's ordination as a deacon. I've cried a lot of happy tears this weekend. Pretty sure that Beloved was there yesterday. He really loved that family. He was probably there again today, but I was already crying do I couldn't tell you one way or the other.

I just wish he'd warn me. He only seems to show up when I'm out of tissues. (I did think ahead before church today, but I didn't take my purse with my for the ordination. I left it in the Relief Society room.)

First Sunday in the new building. Three minutes to get to church. Significantly longer to find the RS room. This building is laid out differently than any other I've been in. The WIFI was a little iffy, so I couldn't access the manual online in RS, but I brought the very last spare one home with me afterwards. I read the Sunday School lesson last night and the RS lesson online here at home this morning. If I am translated overnight, you'll know why. (Those of us who have callings that take us out of Gospel Doctrine or RS are supposed to keep up on our own. I didn't even pretend to try when I was serving in Primary. The calling would no doubt have been easier if I had.)

I've accepted a new calling. I was hoping to get a clear witness that it was inspired, before I did, but nada. And I'm feeling the Spirit often in other respects. So I hope that after I've been sustained by the congregation and set apart, that witness will come. This slogging through a calling and trying to figure out the why of it, gets old really fast. I want to be useful. I have some of the skills to succeed in this new calling. I will no doubt learn more. But it would be so nice to know that this is precisely where and what Heaven needs me to be.

I started trying to learn chords tonight. Not pretty. Quite possibly funny. Will try again tomorrow night. As a banjo player I'm a pretty good knitter.

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