YSA/SA Thanksgiving Potluck

I think I mentioned it before, but I thought I’d mention it again.  Honestly, I’m not sure how he managed it, but thanks to our new Stake President, I’m going to the YSA/SA Thanksgiving Potluck on Sunday evening.  He’s been a family friend for several years now (he and his wife) and was in the bishopric for awhile and then was the bishop of the ward and then a year ago April was called to the Stake Presidency and then as I’ve mentioned before, was called to be the Stake President about 10 days ago.  He’s been our home teacher for awhile now (my mom didn’t want home teachers, as over the years we’ve never managed to keep them for long so my mom just got tired of having them, but the compromise was that he’d be our home teacher.  It’s a plus because my dad likes him too and when he’s home and not exhausted from traveling, he’ll participate.  It’s progress!).  So anyway, it’s after Sacrament meeting but before I go corral my primary class and I’m asking him if he’ll write me a letter of recommendation for law school and then he puts his arm around my shoulders and asks about when I’m going to go down to University Ward (he’s been trying that for a little while now).  I think at this point if I end up at UW, I’ll at least try University Ward and go from there.  But then he asked if I’d go to the YSA/SA Thanksgiving potluck this coming Sunday and then offered to pick me up (his wife’s going as well).  And I said why not.  And now looking back at it, I shake my head at myself.  *Shrugs* they live like two miles from my house, so it’s nice that they’ll pick me up and we’ll all head over to the west side together (the stake center is a 30 minute drive if you go around the lake).  Honestly, he and his wife are terrific.  So anyway, flash forward to after church is over.  I’m heading to the foyer from primary, intending to tell my mom that he’d gotten me to go and who do I find my mom talking to?  The new stake president – and of course he’s telling her that I’m going.  I just have to laugh that he’s already telling her.  I suspect it’ll be very interesting having the Stake President be a member of our ward.  In terms of my own testimony and spiritual growth, the last two weeks have been very fruitful.  I’m realizing that my testimony is stronger than I think it is, but can still use some help – such as more spiritual fertilizer so to speak.  In a lot of ways, I see the last two weeks as that spiritual fertilizer and that’s for several reasons.  But having the Spirit bear witness to me again that President Nelson was called of God really helped my testimony (it’s not the first time the Spirit has borne witness to me where President Nelson’s concerned).  And over the last months as I’ve been becoming an active member (rather than just a passive member), the Spirit’s told me during Sacrament meeting that that’s where I belong.  It helps me reinforce that the things I’ve been taught all my life are true.

In other news, I seem to be adjusting to my new job.  My supervisor seems pretty nice and our leadworker is awesome.  She’s really taken an interest in making sure that we’re all doing okay this week being on our own.  She’s stopped by my cube a couple of times to make sure things are going okay.  And so far, things are.  And I’m getting through the day. As a result, I’ve decided to deactivate my resume from monster and not look for a new job unless things take a downturn at work or I don’t get into any of my potential law schools.  That may change once we get into incoming calls, but for the moment, I’m going to let things ride.  It’s not a job I want to do long-terms, so if I don’t get into law school, I’ll start actively looking elsewhere.

Since I don’t think I’ve mentioned it in awhile, I’m up to 14+ weeks of journalling without missing a day.  With this Saturday’s entry, it’ll be 15 straight weeks.  I must say, I’m pretty proud of myself for managing it.   At this point, I’m planning on paying for my journal to be bound at the end of every year.  But wooo hooo 🙂 

"Life is measured not by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."