Just another moment in time

It has been an interesting week.  We have spent time with family and friends.  We have renewed relationships and strengthened others.  Unfortunately, we have also witnessed the passing of good people as they have ended their probation here in mortality and moved to the next phase in this ever growing process.

As I have pondered it all, my mind is turned to a set of scripture in D&C section 76.  This is an amazing section, but it all summed up for me in verse 62 - "These shall dwell in the presence of God and his Christ forever and ever."

I want to be one of those individuals.  I don't want to be there alone.  I cannot imagine anything so excruciating than carrying that sadness with me everyday for eternity.  I wonder if that is part of what the Lord refers to as fire and brimstone?  A lake of every never ending torment?  I feel that my lake would be a lake of tears.  The burning pain of separation from family and friends.  I just don't want to think about it.  Yet it is the fear of being in such a place that I think Elder Bednar referred to as "Godly Fear".  That fear should motivate us all to be doing "all that we can" to achieve "the presence of God and his Christ forever and ever."

Are we finding that motivation?  Are we digging deep enough to make it a part of everything we do?  Do we live for that existence?  If not, why?  What are we living for?  I know that through the Atonement of said Christ, we can obtain that existence if we will be turn ourselves over to Him completely and "do all that we can do."  That is all He asks.  When we falter, we get back up and try again.  When we get lost, we turn around, ask direction, or change our course to find our way.  It is my hope and desire that you are working towards the same goal.  

I want to make it there.  I don't want to be alone.

There you have it.  Though short, it is grand at the same time.  I don't think I could type to all that it entails.  I also know that for each of us, it entails something different as we are all at different places in life and working our way down different parts of the path to obtain it.

This week has been crazy.  I will do my best to sum it up in a way that makes sense.

For me, it has been the last full week of the month.  I am trying to tie up loose ends at work so that my month looks good in the end.  It usually means early mornings and late nights. Sometimes it means long periods of reflection, number crunching, and just waiting.  It is maddening to me.

The Queen has been working on the coming holiday season, December, and reflecting upon the events of this summer for the talk she had to give this morning in Sacrament Meeting.  It was a good meeting.  I was touched, inspired, and motivated to do better.

The Professor has continued building relationships with her new class and striving to learn all their names.  She has taken it upon herself to learn every one's names in the fifth grade this year.  It is a daunting task.  We wish her well with all the other stuff she had piled on her plate.

Tall Man sent several mixed message to us this week.  I have been trying to understand them all.  He is re-evaluating his career path.  That is normal.  We are doing what we can to support him in this endeavor.  Then on Friday morning he reached out to us in extreme pain.  It was like 2:45 in the morning type of pain.  At first, I thought he just wanted to spend some quality time with me.  Then, I realized that he had probably encountered some pretty young nurses in recent visits to the doctor and wanted to see if they were just as pretty in the ER.  He agreed that they were, but he was not about to make any moves while I was around.  At least he knows where they work and what time they are usually on duty.  Maybe he will have to take them dinner or at most a early morning snack sometime.  That would leave a better impression than the one he left.  All is well, it appears to be a bad muscle pull and not any broken bones or ligaments.

SnackPack practicing early to rise and late to bed, earlier for him I guess.  By the end of the week, he is struggling to roll out of bed. We are grateful that he does.  Besides, it gets us going as well.  He has divided his time between early morning swim/seminary, afternoon soccer/football/tennis games and making tee shirts for powder puff, homework, and evenings doing Fall polo.  Wow.

On top of the normal week

The T-team got together for dinner Thursday night.  It was good to catch up and be reminded how old we are all getting.

Friday was an eventful day of work meetings from early morning to late evening.  It was good to see people face to face and be able to voice, share, and hear opinions.  Unfortunately, the evening ended on a sad note as a dear brother lost his life crossing 3500.  He was 93.  He has lived in the same house for over 50 years here in our little town.  Before that, he spent several years serving and touring with the Army and National Guard.  He left behind an incredible legacy.

Saturday was another long day of company time.  We put together a wonderful picnic that lasted most of the day.  There was great music, fabulous people, and food.  We laughed, cried, and worked our butts off to make it all happen.  It was a good time.

I hope your week has been full of memorable events that you have taken the time to record in some manner, script, visual, or audio.  

Have a great week!