A Dusting of the Cobwebs: September 2018

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...

Sep 15, 2018

Week Three....

Sept 13, 2018

In the Temple this week, I had a full schedule. Among them was my first time at the vale.
It was a small group, about 5 rows of sisters. I knew everything perfectly at home, but walking in front of the vale I got scared. I was hoping to be placed at the end of the line, but instead was placed about the third, which didn't help... I couldn't hide.

I made it through with the help of Sister Rose, my instructor....how ever I kept forgetting the last three words. I hope she couldn't see how I was shacking all over from head to toe. I felt she could have scoped me up with a butter knife off the floor, and I told her so...

It is so different doing this as a worker... than going threw for yourself or a patron.
I realize how important this work is, and how many folks are waiting, and are stuck until their work can be finished. I hope I learn fast, it makes you feel so good all week when you spend time in the Temple, and you make more friends who feel as you do...

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Sep 7, 2018

Serving in Salt Lake Temple...

Sept 7 1820

I was surprised yesterday as I finished my shift at the Temple. For about six hours of being on my feet and walking, and sitting, studying I was not in any pain. Even my shoes did not erratae my feet. But as soon as my shift was over the pain started in. My back was in full pain by the time I drove home, my knees did not want to hold me up, and was painful to walk. I felt totally exhasted, and I looked it in my face. One person told me I looked real tired. Yet I came home with such a very special feeling, a inward happiness, and calmness.

I will start at the vale next week, I hope I will do well. Our instructor, Nancy Rose, is awsome, she was also a school teacher, and a great sense of humor. I found out that she likes to sew, and has made many fancy dresses, like wedding and formals dresses.
from what she has said, I believe she spends several days in the Temple. Both she and her husband serve in the Temple.

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Sep 2, 2018

Receiving a Temple calling....

25 Aug 2018

Sister Bingham called, I am to meet with Brother and Sister Rosemary Wixom in the Salt Lake Temple, on August 23rd at 4:30pm. I was to enter the Temple on the east side and go straight back to the desk. My friend Jeanene Hamatake was there working where the family names are given. She helped me find where I was to go. It was great to see her there.

President Wixcom, the Salt Lake Temple President, laid his hands upon my head and called me to be a Ordance worker in the Salt Lake Temple. My daughter Paulette was present..
Both Bro and Sister Wixom said that Bishop Chesdister, and Stake President Killian said great things about me....

I will work on Thursdays at 10am to about 4pm in the Salt Lake Temple.
This is something I have always wanted to do...

Thursday Aug 30 2018

Today was my first day in training in the Temple. One of the videos they showed was a couple who came to the Temple in their street clothing. They had just came from the doctors office where they found out that their unborn baby girl had died. They needed the comfort of being in the Temple at this special time of their life.

Watching this film and seeing how they were struggling, brought back full feelings of when I lost my son Eugene. I was so overcome, I struggled with my own feelings inside....I could not eat, I could not think clear, I was shaking and was having a hard time breathing. My heart was beating oddly, I only wanted to find a place where I could hide my face and cry my eyes out, hoping to find peace....

Sitting in the study room trying to memorize, I turned my face to the wall and cried out to Heavenly Father for help ..... A soft voice of thought responded....He is ok,...you saw him...he is ok ...he is ok... you saw him....he is ok...he is ok... he is ok.... he is ok....
Slowly my breathing started to return to normal...My heart and emotions calmed down. Soon I was able to function again...I don't know what I would have done if He hadn't helped me.....
I am so Thankful we can receive Heavenly Fathers help when we need him, and know that He is aware of each of us...

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