Come Follow Me Teachings/Still Small Voice

Good Afternoon universe,

How are you doing? Well this weekend was winging it beyond anything, which is how Zaq and I like to do things. Anytime we've tried to plan something anything, a date, an adventure, a trip, anything really. If we plan it, something will deter us from going. So we've learned to wing most of our adventures. So as we started thinking about things to do on our Sunday, which is one of Zaq's only days off during the week. We decided that if we had time we could venture out to Six Flags.

Now I know everything knows Mormons don't break the sabbath. But lets be serious, we do. Emergencies happen, life happens and sometimes Sundays are the days that stuff gets done rather than "a day of rest" Besides if you "rested"  (The act of sleeping or relaxing in order to rejuvenate. ) It would be really boring for kids. Because I grew up in a house of people that didn't believe in keeping the Sabbath day as holy as lets say the Prophet I often broke the Sabbath to join them in a brunch or family dinner. But something wise men/women have taught me is that, if given the opportunity to spend time with family, it should always be taken. Spending time with our families is important. To be reunited with our families and loved ones is our end goal in this life. Why not spend as much time with family as possible.

So as we went to bed Saturday night we were planning on attending our church service 9:00 am to 11:00 am (the best time ever) then jaunting down to six flags for food and rides. But we forgot that we planned on having the missionaries over for dinner which meant that we would have to leave six flags by 4:00. Something still doable.

I am currently a Primary Teacher for children that our age 9. A blessing in my life that keeps me young and hip all at the same time. Not really, but I absolutely LOVE my calling. So as I thought about my lesson which was the lesson of the good Samaritan and Forgiveness I realized that my life is in essence this two principles. I live my life watching out for opportunities that I can help people that are injured along the road of life. I did it in December when my best friend broke her rib, I did it again the Sunday prior when as we were approaching church a guy fell off his bike and I told my husband we should make sure he is okay, he got back on his bike, but I still wanted to go out of way to offer him a ride to his destination, but he was already back on his bike with a determination for his destination so I didn't dwell on his well being. But I love to serve people. Surprisingly enough it even says in my personal blessing that I will act as assistant to those in need. It was awesome to have the 9 year olds tell me ideas what they we could do to help people. Their first suggestion was give shelter to homeless people, but I proposed the question that if they showed up on their door step with a complete stranger what their parents reaction would be to "Mom, Dad please can the homeless person sleep in our house?" they realized that they at their tender age couldn't provide shelter, but they could offer to take them to a shelter in the local area which I thought was very sweet.

Another part of my lesson was teaching about forgiveness. Which I being the person I am have learned this lesson the hard way. I recently saw the movie "I Can Only Imagine" which is a great spiritual movie, but it made me realize that although I no longer hold anger and malice towards my biological father, I denied him peace of mind at his time of passing. Which was wrong of me to do. Had I known he was dying things might have gone differently. If I had listening the counsel of my husband then fiancee things would have be different, but I didn't. He asked me to forgive him, he warned me not to do this to myself, but I didn't listen. I never forgave him for leaving me. I do now of course, because I know the whole situation now. But then (10 years ago) I couldn't and wouldn't. But surprisingly enough the children I teach understood what that meant. That we should forgive those that trespass against us, even if they never ask for forgiveness.

So as our day transpired we found out that the missionaries cancelled on us, but that another family in our ward wanted to spend some time with us. So we made arrangements to have their family join us for dinner. Me in my infinite wisdom said lets make enchiladas. Lets also make mac and cheese for the wee ones. There were going to be about 6 six kids and five adults from my calculations. As I began cooking dinner I cooked everything in perfect timing. As the noodles were cooking for the mac and cheese I heard a voice in my head said fruit would be fun. Since we went crazy trying to get our pickiest of eaters to eat wiser and healthier. So I cut up some strawberries, then I thought how much fun would it be to make a rainbow of fruit. So I cut up strawberries, drained two cans of mandarin oranges, sliced up three bananas, and pulled some grapes off the vine. As our guests arrived two adults and one baby cancelled on me which was fine by me, it's always better to have too much food, than to have too little. Surprisingly enough the only left overs we had, 13 enchiladas made 2 enchiladas for left overs, 1 box of mac and cheese only one serving was actually eaten by my daughter. One carton of strawberrries, leftover was maybe 8 quarter pieces. 3 bananas sliced, leftover was maybe 10 slices. 2 cans of mandarin oranges gone. 3/4 of a vine of grapes, leftover maybe 10 grapes. I was telling my husband before our guests arrived that my imagination went wild for dinner, but that I had fun making everything. Come to find out as our guests arrived, a father and his two sons, that all the boys would be willing to eat was the fruit. Their boys, like my son, was a picky eater and only enjoyed eating fruit. So I am happy that went and listen to the voice in my head.

The still small voice that scriptures talk about doesn't have to some speaker phone in your head, it just has be a thought one single little thought or feeling in your heart to listen to, to follow.

With that being said we never did make it to six flags, but our apartment got cleaned and vacuumed which was perfect since I was given the opportunity again to babysit a little crawler that loves to eat things on the floor, so everything happens for a reason and in a round about way.

Got to get back to the grind, hope you all enjoyed my stories from the my weekend.