Hope Ya Know, We Had a Hard Time

Some days weeks months life is like this. I’ve been gone because I’ve been having a hard time, but I’ll be back soon. I have lots to tell you, dear readers.

P.S.: This is one of my favorite sermons of all time. For the original talk, by Elder Quentin E. Cook, click here.

 

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He is Risen!

Stained glass at St John the Baptist's Anglica...
Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church http://www.stjohnsashfield.org.au, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

http://www.lds.org/bible-videos/videos/he-is-risen?lang=eng

This video was produced by my church to celebrate my favorite holiday of them all… Easter. (I may or may not say that about every holiday in its turn; I’ll never tell.) Sorry I couldn’t embed it, but you should click the link and watch it anyway. 🙂

The whole theme of this blog has been numbering my stars, or counting my blessings. With that in mind, the biggest star I can count is the Atonement of my Lord. I’m pretty good with words, but I lose them all when I try to describe the immensity of that sacrifice and its significance to me, so I won’t try here. It suffices me to say that I KNOW that my Redeemer lives.

PS: WordPress’s video uploader is apparently still entombed. Somebody should go wake it up.

Numbering the Stars: Wacky Friends and Thin Walls

I came home from work today exhausted and fell into bed for a nap, only to shoot up straight in the air like this poor dad (remember this game?) a little bit later because I heard someone calling my name in what sounded like panic. While I frantically searched for my glasses, I tried to place the voice… no luck.

I ran outside to see what was the matter, only to find my friend Caroline, who lives on the other side of my complex, wandering around calling for me. She was walking her dog and made a spur of the moment trip over to my side of the complex to check in on me, but didn’t know exactly which apartment to knock on.

I didn’t have much that made me laugh today, but Caroline plaintively calling my name (she must have been sick of looking for me at that point, and maybe feeling a little bit silly) did the trick. How blessed I am to have friends who care enough to embarrass themselves just for me!

Something Good and Wet!

Attention, world: There are puddles in Yuma! Actual, splashable puddles! (I know this because I tested some of them thoroughly, and now my neighbors may or may not be speed dialing the nice men in white coats, but I’m too wet and muddy to care.)

No offense, Yumans, but I’m pretty sure this is a present just for me, because suddenly I feel like singing this song. With the young Christopher Plummer and his amazing eyes. Or the current silver-haired version. It’s totally his call. I’m game either way.

And right now, I feel like that’s a genuine possibility… know why? Because it has been raining in Yuma for the past six hours! Straight out rain! With puddles!

PS— Mr. Plummer, when you read this, my email is on the sidebar, and I’ll happily meet you on top of the mountain. But if you see me being followed by those white-coated men, we’ll need to Do-Re-Mi our Fas out of there. So, you know, just be prepared. Maybe bring the whistle.

PPS— I just realized that the title could possibly be misconstrued as rather un-nunlike. I assure you, Mr. Plummer sir, our singing adventure will be totally platonic. I will not be expecting any good and wet kisses. A nice peck on the cheek will do just fine.

PPPSPUDDLES!! You got that, right, Mr. Plummer? It’s FATE! So, call me, maybe. 😉