A Dusting of the Cobwebs: A Special Blessing...

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...

Jun 8, 2017

A Special Blessing...

Years ago Lynn and I was attending the Temple in Mesa Arizona. After the session was over, we were changing back into our street clothing, in the dressing rooms. Lynn all of a sudden had a nose bleed. He thought he had grabbed his white shirt which was hanging behind him, to catch the blood. Too his surprise he had accidentally grabbed his sacred Temple robe. In a shock feeling he checked the robe to see what damage was done and was surprised and relieved to see no blood was on it.

I was getting changed, in the dressing room for women, I reached to put on my slip, and saw blood. I checked myself all over and found no source of any reason why I would be bleeding, and for it to be on my slip. That was a very strange feeling.

As I met Lynn he told me of his experience, and I told him of mine....we were both surprised...
We also told one of the temple workers of the experience... His reply was "It happens all the time in the Temple"... Sacred things are protected.

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A Dusting of the Cobwebs