Some Sunday rambling and a cry for help!
Last Sunday was our last Sunday in a ward we have been attending for a little less than a year. Tomorrow will be our first Sunday worshiping with a new congregation of brothers and sisters that share our same faith. With how often we have moved I think I could write a book about what I have learned along the way from so many incredible people....the world is so full of GOOD people. And as hard as it is to say goodbye to these good people and as much as I'd like to just stay put sometimes, there is no doubt in my mind that tomorrow, even though we will know no one, we will be among friends... and we will learn with them and from them. How cool is that?!
Anyway...totally a digression from my original thought...we'll save it for another blog...or the book. :) So back to last Sunday... My husband and I found it amusing/fitting/maybe not such a coincidence that last Sunday as we sat in our last Sacrament meeting we witnessed this:
The ward accompanist was replaced (no, not me this time... a young man that just graduated from high school...yes, just to reiterate what was written above about having lots to learn from all these incredible people... it was a beautiful sight to see this young man at the piano each week and a ward singing along in full support...so, so neat!). The sister that was newly called to play for the ward has five children and a husband that is in the bishopric. I had a flashback to those years when Ryan was serving in the bishopric and I was the ward organist and our little Russell sat with another family (more of those incredible people!)....and then I had a super flashback to all those years that all of my brothers and sister and I sat alone on a pew while our mom played at the organ....and then I had this flash forward....oh dear, oh dear!
This post has become a bit of a disjointed rambling but I must go on because I really need some help. So, here's the confession... it is much more difficult to keep two children sitting reverently during Sacrament meeting than it is to play the organ. There, I said it. :) We went from having no children during Sacrament meeting to having others help us with our children during Sacrament meeting to having grandparents help us with our children during Sacrament meeting, to tomorrow...and it has sort of been on my mind. Help please! Or maybe this new ward has been praying for an organist and I'll be off the hook again!
Anyway...totally a digression from my original thought...we'll save it for another blog...or the book. :) So back to last Sunday... My husband and I found it amusing/fitting/maybe not such a coincidence that last Sunday as we sat in our last Sacrament meeting we witnessed this:
The ward accompanist was replaced (no, not me this time... a young man that just graduated from high school...yes, just to reiterate what was written above about having lots to learn from all these incredible people... it was a beautiful sight to see this young man at the piano each week and a ward singing along in full support...so, so neat!). The sister that was newly called to play for the ward has five children and a husband that is in the bishopric. I had a flashback to those years when Ryan was serving in the bishopric and I was the ward organist and our little Russell sat with another family (more of those incredible people!)....and then I had a super flashback to all those years that all of my brothers and sister and I sat alone on a pew while our mom played at the organ....and then I had this flash forward....oh dear, oh dear!
This post has become a bit of a disjointed rambling but I must go on because I really need some help. So, here's the confession... it is much more difficult to keep two children sitting reverently during Sacrament meeting than it is to play the organ. There, I said it. :) We went from having no children during Sacrament meeting to having others help us with our children during Sacrament meeting to having grandparents help us with our children during Sacrament meeting, to tomorrow...and it has sort of been on my mind. Help please! Or maybe this new ward has been praying for an organist and I'll be off the hook again!
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