A Dusting of the Cobwebs....
welcome to my blog!
...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
Crack! Crack!...
Last Monday, May 12, I met with a group of ladies who play cards. Hand and Foot. Its a fun game, and its time away to visit and have fun for about three hours a week.
We often have a light lunch, and I was going to pour some dressing on my tossed salad when the large bottle slipped from my hands and landed on the floor. A few little drops had splashed on the floor. I tried to wipe them up with a paper napkin when I heard crack! crack! crack!... my knees gave away and I found myself on the floor, rolling onto my back!...Surprise!....I didn't know how I was going to get up! I couldn't roll onto my knees as they are fragile and should have been replaced a couple of years ago.
My sweet friends got together, four of them and pulled me to my feet. I didn't think they could do it but they did. I was not in pain at all, just surprised that my knees gave away, and I was sitting on the floor....
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