Seems like I only have time to think "profound" thoughts on Sunday, and not much time then until after supper. It's fascinating to me how many different ways there are to pronounce things in English. Relief Society and Sunday School, although ostensibly taught by a teacher, tend to become group discussions. In our meetings this afternoon we heard the following accents, including the teacher (from Alabama) who has one of the deepest southern drawls I've ever heard: "Idaho Marmon," New Jersey, high English, low English, Scots, South American, Norwegian, Samoan, Hawaiian, Japanese, French, German, Australian, and New Zealand -- did I miss any? Probably! It's always interesting to hear, but still everyone's point of view remains the same. The Scots woman who spoke in sacrament meeting today and her Jewish/turned-Mormon husband spoke so very differently, both in style and approach, yet the solid core of the gospel was the same. The gentleman had a very interesting history -- there is not a trace of gentile blood anywhere in his ancestry, and he was riased in what is called a stetl (I think) and hadn't had much exposure to non-Jewish people until his family emigrated to England (which explains his very proper British accent). I wish he had been able to cover his whole conversion story because he had quite a spiritual experience as he was exposed to the gospel. He was very poised and proper, even when emotional, and a complete contrast to his darling little wife, who was as Scots as could be except that she was so cheerful and funny and uninhibited.
We've been following the home news -- so very glad that Greg and his family are safe in Anaheim, and that Amy and Matt now have the keys to their new home. All these happenings make me wish I could be there to share the various experiences with you. I'm always concerned about you all, but I don't obsessively worry as I have occasionally been prone to do. The reality of the Lord's blessings, that is to say my actual sure knowledge of them, allow me to feel substantial comfort regarding what's going on in my kids' lives. President Roberts promised us that our families would be blessed as we serve, and I feel very confident that they have been, even though I am well aware of the difficulties some of you have experienced since we left. Both my sweet husband and I have lived in the pit for a while (separately, needless to say), and are feeling unbelievably blessed and happy right now. I'm fairly convinced that there's nothing that can't be overcome, especially knowing what we know.
And along those same lines -- we just had a conversation with B0b's daughter in Texas, who has been supervising the repairmen in our home who are repairing the damage caused by a water leak. She had an opportunity to talk to one of them, who asked if he could possibly get a Book of Mormon somewhere. Christi knew right where to go for the sisters' stash of B of M's and DVD's, and fixed him right up. There were other things she mentioned which made us very grateful to be serving as we are, if it means blessings for our children.
She had other news as well -- the Frisco 4th ward is going to be split next Sunday. We'll be going home to a completely different ward, and will be cut separated from many friends, I'm sorry to say. We were sort of expecting it, but it was still jarring to hear. And exciting as well. But I fear that we will lose Bishop Platt and that will be very hard to bear. The only thing that could alleviate the angst would be if they let us be in the same ward with the Kovaches, but their ward isn't involved in the split, so I guess that's not going to happen for a while.
When I recover from the weekend I'll blog about it. In the meantime, love and kisses to all.