What a weird Sunday!
The first 15 minutes weren’t too unusual- I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to take a shower, and I didn’t want to teach my nursery lesson.
That is how the first 15 minutes of my Sundays always start.
But I got up, and I felt better. I got ready, colored my little Joseph Smith puppets, and felt better about my day, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but my little brother, walking up my stairs!
I should have realized what was up as soon as he said he just came to visit to go to church with us, but I didn’t. More on that in a minute.
Soon after, my Mom came up the stairs with a message. Her friend had just called looking for a house-sitter. She needs a house-sitter for 6 weeks, from July 12 to Aug 23.
After several weeks of praying for help with our finances and to know what would be best in regards to our move to Ellensburg, we feel this is an answer to prayers. It is a hard choice to not move into our own place, to sleep in our own bed, to open the boxes of gifts we got for our wedding (nearly 1 year ago!) that we haven’t had a chance to use…
But we feel it is the right choice.
Back to Ben’s visit: I really didn’t know why he came until we walked into sacrament meeting, and there were my Grandparents, sitting on a bench waiting for us. And then I knew.
Its funny, the little things that should have made me realize it was happening.
Earlier that morning I had looked out my window and seen my Dad’s truck and thought to myself, I wonder why he isn’t going to Naches today.
A week or so ago my parents had a mysterious meeting with the stake president.
Not to mention that last Sunday Brother Smart announced that our current bishop was going to be released…
I’m not that much of an idiot, really. I had speculated about the possibility. I just hadn’t pulled it all together in my head, y’know?
So now my Dad is my Bishop. Its funny, he was put into the bishopric several years ago shortly after I moved to Utah, and he was released a couple months before I came back, and now he is back right as I’m leaving again. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to stay in this ward for a few more weeks so I can see him in action.
Not that you get to see your Dad too much when he is Bishop.
Stay tuned for my forthcoming Father’s Day post to learn more about my Dad!
*And if you come back to this post later I might actually get some pictures up… I’m writing from work and don’t have access to the ones I need.