(general conference. . .the one time the kids were all watching--looking for their music teacher in the motab choir).
yesterday i was on the phone with tim.
we had planned to go to the temple and do some family sealings.
i thought we were going during the day, but tim thought we were going in the evening.
i had scheduled something else in the evening.
so, we were on the phone and he said, "don't worry about going. i'll just go."
and i said, "no, it's a good, better, best thing. if i have the chance to go to the temple with you then i should go."
and then davis, who was sitting in the living room, who i didn't realize was listening, said in a loud strong voice, "do not let anything interfere with going to the temple." verbatim.
i looked up and kind of laughed and repeated it to tim.
davis said, "that's what they said in conference."
i had no idea he was listening.
this was the first time that i didn't pull out conference booklets, with bingo or words said or draw the prophet's tie. i didn't even require that they really watch. we just headed down to the basement. and i had it on while they quietly played board games and legos. i wasn't going to push it.
and yet he heard that.
and he remembered that.
and he applied that.
it was one of those frozen moments of time for me.
and i am sure a tender mercy as i have been going through some sort of mid-life crisis these past few weeks wondering if anything that i do really matters and if anyone is listening to me.
so, of course i went to the temple with tim. to be honest, i was feeling a bit anxious. just the hurrying and worrying about the kids while we were gone on top of a busy day and a lot of crying lately due to my mid-life crisis (and an absence of meditating for the last few weeks probably didn't help). but i went. i did it. and we were able to do 23 family sealings, many direct line ancestors last night. i don't know that i felt any amazing spirit-filled moment this time in the temple. yet, i was able to feel a pretty amazing confirmation just be my decision to go with that moment with davis.
maybe they are listening.
maybe my efforts aren't in vain;).
i've been listening to an awesome audio book on the imperfect parent by brene brown (i LOVE her stuff). she talks about how the word sacrifice means to "make holy or sacred."
the past week i had heard myself talking with friends and family that i had 'sacrificed' a lot for my family and well i wasn't sure if it was really making a difference and i was kind of ready for 'my turn.' and when i used the word sacrifice i was thinking of that heavy burden of giving up everything you personally wanted.
but, that little enlightened meaning stuck with me last night. i had not been 'giving up' my last chunk of time, i had rather been making it holy, as all parents do as they invest love into their families.
and i really want my table back. i think not having my altar to lay my sacrifices on is really throwing me off balance guys. love your tables for me today.