Tuesday, August 24, 2010

the Book of Mormon

As a Relief Society, we were challenged to read the Book of Mormon.

I finished it yesterday morning. And, once again, I was convinced of its truthfulness. How could anyone not believe it, or see the wisdom in its pages?

I recently watched a movie about early England and the in-fighting with families; the murders, the secrets behind closed doors. I thought, I wonder if it was really like this; it's all so terrible, and then I thought of the book of Ether, and realized that yes, that is Satan's way.

So, I am grateful for the challenge, and the Book of Mormon.

Thank you, Heavenly Father; and mom and dad for your firm testimonies.

Family and Friends

They have been supportive and kind. The Cottles, Mark and Michelle, came over last night to visit. They are so busy with church, school, family, yet they took the time to come see us. People are just good. Barbara sent another of her notes, in this one, she wished us well on our adventure. We went to dinner with Garn and Dorothy, the Asays will drive us to the shuttle tomorrow.

My heart is filled with gratitude.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

the Old Man

He moves slowly, and stumbles on occasion. But, usually he remembers his cane and gets along fine.

He still rides his three-wheeler bike for exercise and to church occasionally.

He keeps his home tidy and neat.

He makes me chuckle...he will NEVER leave a fork, spoon, glass, bowl, or anything in his sink for longer than two minutes. As soon as he eats, he cleans up. His stainless steel sink looks brand new after many years.

He has a routine. He is, of course, always delighted to have company, but he's relieved when everyone heads home, and he can just go back to his very patterned routine. Breakfast of cereal/fruit/milk eaten in front of the tv. The days are spent reading, watching tv. Then, an early dinner - again in front of the tv. And, some favorite old time tv shows, sometimes on channels with no commercials. At bedtime, he walks over to the picture of his wife, talks to her and heads to his bedroom.

A few weeks ago, when he was encouraged to use oxygen, he used it for two nights, then said it was just a bother, and he didn't need it.

And always, on Sunday, he will be in church.

That's my 95 year old father-in-law. I'm thankful for him.