The weeks since we have moved into our new home (7641 So 1000 E) on April 1st, have in some ways seemed endless, I am so tired of straddling boards, to keep from falling through, unannounced, to the family room below, while washing the dishes. It seems like I always have my new, beautiful cabinets and dishwasher, installed all over the floor of the dining room. I cut my way through the casings and the other clutter to find my machine so I can make my bedroom curtains, which are heavy drapes. I know they will serve their purpose for a long while. I bought the material twelve years ago, while I was working as a beauty counselor; the work causes me endless pain in my back. The muscles become so lame. Yet in all, I know the Lord watches over me, as well as Les. He has a lot of work too, besides keeping up with his job. He has less than two years to work, till he can retire. We are trying to accomplish all we can before that day - that we will be able to attend to our church duties, and have some time in which to play. We’ve always had to work hard. Mind you I’m not complaining - because therein lays our enjoyment of this life. I ask, or pray only, that the Lord will be mindful of us, that he will bless us with our needs, and grant us many years more in this life.
I have just returned from attending the dedicatory services for our new chapel. Elder Boyd K. Packer dedicated it to the Lord. It was a most inspiring service. He also told us of his four year old boy, who was standing gazing out the window, suddenly he exclaimed - “here comes the Heavenly Father!” He said they were all very interested and went to the window to see. Elder Packer said the janitor of their new ward house was crossing the street carrying two big buckets. He tried to explain that it was the janitor coming for hot water to use in the church for they had none in the building as yet. The boy declared that it must be the Heavenly Father because it was his house, he did more to keep it clean than anyone else!
This reminded me of my childhood days. Mother said when I was about four years old we lived next door to the Kingston ward house. She said I would come up missing, and she would go out to look for me. She would always find me either at the chapel or on my way home from there. Finally she asked me why I went there so much.
I said, “Well it’s the Lord’s house isn’t it?”
She answered me this was so.
“Well all I can say is he sure is a gadder! I never find him home!”
I have just had Ariel’s & Lee’s two youngest boys for a couple of nights while they went to Tremonton to a horse show. Ariel had entered his horse “Whoopie.” He says neither of them, horse or rider was trained well enough.
Well we are getting near to the end of my eight years of art class with Jack Vigos. We will not hold class during August, but I’ll start my ninth year in Sept. when classes will resume. I took Mother out to class for seven years. Claire and Larry started this summer.
Anna, Clell’s wife underwent surgery last week for repairment to a bladder problem. She went through it well, and will soon be home again. Nice sister, that gal.
I should mention here too that our dog, our little black poodle, “Baby”, and Les went through their repertory of tricks for the building fund dinner. She loves to perform for people and did well even on the stage. Everyone loves her, she is such a cute, and gentle little dog. She used to help lame old Mother, up and down our stairway, when she came to stay over night with us. She would go ahead of her for a few steps then stand and wait for her, watching her all the while. She would sort of nod her head backwards to encourage Mom’s next step. When Mother would clear the stairs the dog would be delighted. Mother would always show her own delight with the dog by saying something to her, and patting her on the head.
Some things Elder Packer said tonight comes back to me. He said his prayers were reaching into our very homes, for our safety and happiness, as well as the chapel. “To bind up the broken hearts-”and many other good wishes for us.