I feel like I haven’t written my life for awhile so let me
catch you up on what I think is mundane but may look back on one day and
cherish…
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| A sneak peek of just moving in our furniture to the Master Bedroom... |
The past two weeks have been a blur. It seems we have been working non-stop
painting, cleaning, taping and sanding to get Oak Hollow ready for us to move
in. We have made a lot of progress…photos
to come…but still have a ways to go. We
did move our beds over this past weekend and are officially sleeping at Oak
Hollow. I say sleeping because I still
have to wake up and drive over to our old house to get ready everyday as we haven’t
built out my closet or had time to pack up even my toothbrush. Since moving over, our lives seem to have
gone into overdrive with plenty of Bishopric or other things keeping us away
from finishing what we started or maybe we are just exhausted from working so
hard our minds and bodies need a little break…either way we need to get back on
track.
Part of what is taking up a lot of what used to be time to
work is Sophie. We decided it was time
to transition her into a big girl bed…which in theory sounds great and she says
she is excited to do but in reality, well, let’s just say in reality I could
leave her in a crib until her wedding night and let her husband transition her if this doesn’t improve. We are trying to be patient as either B or
myself is having to lay by her bed for 1 to 2 hours until she is soundly asleep
and snoring before we can sneak out of the room. Add to that the time switch with daylight
savings and the new house and we have the perfect storm brewing for parenting
101 what not to do. She will probably be
in years of therapy over this but we are trying our best. I think we are making progress as she woke up
last night and I reasoned with her until she agreed to stay in her bed while I
went to mine and she did…score one for us parents. However, B called me today saying she refuses
to take her nap anyplace other than her big girl bed but won’t stay in it to
sleep…erase that score I think we all know who wins in this one and it isn’t
the exhausted parent.
Last night in Bishopric we released B from her callings as
they prepare for us to move and it is only a matter of time until I’m sure I
get a call from the Stake President to meet about releasing me as well. This breaks my heart and last night as I left
Bishopric I drove over to our old house to take trash cans back in and drove
through the ward and my heart swelled with the love I have gained for these
people. It is a unique thing to be in a
Bishopric and to be invited and welcomed into people’s homes because of your
calling and to be able to visit with them and get to know them on a personal
level. I have loved that part of my
calling and told B I want to figure out how I can still do visits in the new
ward without it being weird to people to have us stop by and chat with
strangers. I’m sure some brownies or
bread can warm people up to the idea of inviting us in right? I have had a prevailing sadness hanging over
me this week and I told B I don’t know if it is saying goodbye to the Ward, the
Bishopric, not enjoying my work and getting turned down at jobs I interview
for, saying goodbye to a house and yard I have made my own and built so many
memories at or, as is probably the case, a combination of the lot of them.
I am very blessed to have a wife who is in tune with the
Spirit and strives to bring it into our home.
B was in charge of Family Home Evening this week and gave a wonderful
lesson on the story of Christ walking on water during the storm and Peter
walking out to meet him. She said that
she has felt that we are in a state of transition and a sort of storm of our
own but if we learn to rely on the Lord and have faith in him we can do all
things and get through any storm. This
my all time favorite story from the New Testament and I have learned so much
about it through the years. I reflected
with B that I can learn a lot from Peter.
Peter had the faith to not only do something he had never thought
possible but trusted that the Lord wouldn’t bid him to come if there wasn’t a
way but when Peter faltered and started to sink instead of berating himself or
getting angry at the Lord he immediately turned to the Savior for rescue…again
what faith he showed in the Lord. So
often I turn my back to the Lord or tear myself apart for not being good enough
yet if I remember Peter and this lesson I will always know where my peace,
indeed all of our peace, is found in the Lord and his path. B then
presented me with a gift…my favorite painting of Christ because of this story
and the lessons it shows. She said she
wants it hung in our house so that when we see it every day we will know to
whom we turn for peace and that He will see us through any storm we may
face. I couldn’t have been more touched
by her thoughtfulness and her love for me.
How blessed I am in my life to share it by her side.
Well, for not having much to say I feel like I have written
a lot. I know who I am as a son of my
Heavenly Father who is loved, protected and guided by the Holy Spirit to which
I am eternally grateful. I know the Lord
is aware of me and is guiding me through canyons and raging storms so that I
may climb my mountains because as I recently read the Lord doesn’t give us
mountains to climb so we can be seen by the world but rather that through
climbing them we can better see. I’m not
asking for more mountains to climb but how thankful I am to know he is my
guide.
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