A Dusting of the Cobwebs: Week Three....

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...

.

A Dusting of the Cobwebs