A Quiet Day
Tuesday began with an email from the bishop of the 1st Ward asking us to speak Sunday. He was kind enough to say we can choose our own subjects. I've had an idea floating around in my head all day about a topic, so I will work on that.
The truth is that I absolutely love preparing for a talk or a lesson. I love the thoughts that percolate in my mind throughout the day (and night) fill me with spiritual ideas that are delicious. I love getting into a topic that much in detail and turning it over in my thoughts. It is always a great process for me. Giving the talk is another matter.
I know that no one else will remember what I say this coming Sunday. That is just the nature of the whole thing. I spoke in Oxford Second Ward a month ago, and I don't even remember what I said. I think we just remember how we felt when someone bore testimony. So the big challenges are not to be boring, and to try to the best of my ability to have the spirit with me.
We took off walking this afternoon (and met the sweet young sister missionaries on the way out of our apartment complex). We did a little shopping. I wanted a new small string of lights for our little Christmas tree, more postcards to send to our grandchildren, stamps from the post office, a few items from the grocery store for lunch tomorrow for the young missionaries. And I wanted to stop into a local kitchen shop that is going out of business. When we have needed a serving plate, I have just used a regular dinner plate, but (Eureka!) they had a $30 platter for 70% off, which meant it only cost 9 pounds. I was glad to find it.
Our young sister missionaries were going to bring a new investigator here to our flat to teach her the first lesson, but unfortunately they waited for her out in the cold for nearly an hour and she never showed up. That is such a disappointment.
I spent nearly 2 hours online and on the telephone getting a doctor's appointment. It was just to get my prescriptions renewed. I'm good until the end of the year with two of the three I take, but will be out of the other by week's end. Everyone was very helpful, but it is just the way things go when you combine insurance matters with health. Whew! I'm so grateful it was all done in English.
Tomorrow we will spend time with our young missionaries and serve them lunch. In the evening, we will have our YSAs over for Institute. Sounds lovely.
The truth is that I absolutely love preparing for a talk or a lesson. I love the thoughts that percolate in my mind throughout the day (and night) fill me with spiritual ideas that are delicious. I love getting into a topic that much in detail and turning it over in my thoughts. It is always a great process for me. Giving the talk is another matter.
I know that no one else will remember what I say this coming Sunday. That is just the nature of the whole thing. I spoke in Oxford Second Ward a month ago, and I don't even remember what I said. I think we just remember how we felt when someone bore testimony. So the big challenges are not to be boring, and to try to the best of my ability to have the spirit with me.
We took off walking this afternoon (and met the sweet young sister missionaries on the way out of our apartment complex). We did a little shopping. I wanted a new small string of lights for our little Christmas tree, more postcards to send to our grandchildren, stamps from the post office, a few items from the grocery store for lunch tomorrow for the young missionaries. And I wanted to stop into a local kitchen shop that is going out of business. When we have needed a serving plate, I have just used a regular dinner plate, but (Eureka!) they had a $30 platter for 70% off, which meant it only cost 9 pounds. I was glad to find it.
Our young sister missionaries were going to bring a new investigator here to our flat to teach her the first lesson, but unfortunately they waited for her out in the cold for nearly an hour and she never showed up. That is such a disappointment.
I spent nearly 2 hours online and on the telephone getting a doctor's appointment. It was just to get my prescriptions renewed. I'm good until the end of the year with two of the three I take, but will be out of the other by week's end. Everyone was very helpful, but it is just the way things go when you combine insurance matters with health. Whew! I'm so grateful it was all done in English.
Tomorrow we will spend time with our young missionaries and serve them lunch. In the evening, we will have our YSAs over for Institute. Sounds lovely.
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