It Could Have Been Worse...

but not by much.

Church was bad today.

(stopping to see if any lightning is nearby).

Not all bad. Just some pretty big moments. Like....

me playing prelude until the sole bishopric member in town (which may or may not be someone I live with) stood up to begin the meeting, then switching out with our actual organist who is still figuring things out with her newborn.

me realizing there was no chorister so just staying on the stand to lead the music.

me making eye contact with a woman who started lipping, "Are you leading the music?" coupled with some helpful arm-waving actions in case I didn't understand, with me lipping back, "I guess." With her, "Do you want me to?" My reply, "Were you supposed to?" Then she, "I was asked." With me thinking "then why aren't you up here?" but lipping, "I'll just do it." All very incognito, of course (or not). Luckily my mother-in-law had offered to sit with my boys, even though she is not in my ward. Angel woman.

the sweet, older blind man who bore his testimony, covering such topics as never going to our local hospital because they will try to kill you,the risks of smoking, being like Job, having Heavenly Father strike his friends dumb to prove his faith, and prayer.

the blind man, who was still going strong twenty minutes later when the meeting was due to end, so that a member of the bishopric, who may or may not be someone I live with, had to stand up and whisper in his ear that his time was up.

me looking like a Japanese tourist through the next hour trying to find and pull women out of meetings so that I can get their pictures taken and printed for Wednesday night's enrichment. I'm such a procrastinator!

our relief society lesson which included role playing. Young women played the mothers and women played the daughters and our very own member of our ward who is an actual policeman came in as...a policeman (not in uniform though). The situations included daughters who said they were going to a movie with friends missing hours later, daughters who said they were going to hang out at a friends house being busted for underage alcohol consumption and a daughter who jumped off a bridge into the river, and, was injured. Throw in a few comments about being legally liable for someone who passes out from being drunk and never waking up to needing cell phones in case your child calls you somewhere from a forest, drunk and only in his/her underwear and you've got all the ingredients for being spiritually fed.

It was just one of those weeks. You know?

So, I'll just restate what a member of our bishopric said at the end of fast and testimony meeting, who may or may not be someone I live with.

The church is true.

Heavenly Father loves us.

We are all His children.

To lift my spirits, I tried to take pictures of my boys after church. They weren't very cooperative, but they sure are cute!