The lesson for primary was on the wise man and the foolish man. I made a house out of paper and tape. Then I had the kids list all the ways they could build their lives on the rock of the Savior (read scriptures, say prayers, have FHE, be kind, etc). As they read off their lists the first time I pretended to mess around with my hair and look off in the distance and not pay attention (like the foolish man who wasn't a DOER of the word). Then the rains came down and the floods came up (I shook the table) and the house fell quickly to the floor. Then I had a class read there this again this time I played close attention to what they were saying and each time they said something I put a piece of tape on the house to secure it to the table (aka the rock). Then the floods and the rains came again and this time the house stood still. I thought it was a pretty cool analogy.
So Nick asks me yesterday (in a text bc he is still out of town and our reception at the house is terrible) how'd I'd feel if we moved to Springfield, Illinois for the summer. I was in the middle of the garage sale but I said I'd be open to the idea. Well I guess he had to make the decision right then....And it was to go. So we're going to Springfield. Yes. It is crazy.
We're going to Springfield Illinois in less than a month and a half. My life is crazy. But I feel surprisingly ok with it (at least today I do). We are moving anyways, I guess one more short move or summer adventure won't hurt anything.
I was wondering to myself in the shower this morning, how in the world could I feel so ok with "hey we're picking up and moving to Illinois in a month and a half" surprise life attack karate chop move. I think it comes down to this: I'm not overwhelmed by traveling because my parents took us on tons of trips when I was young. Thank you mom and dad for being willing to take us crazy kids on all those car trips!
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