Sometimes Sundays are really stressful for me. Today wasn't one of them! It's been a lovely day thus far.
Guy did excellently in sacrament meeting and in nursery (hooray!), proving once again that he takes after his calm and somber father. We had a lot of fun running the library, as we have thus far with this calling. Josh and I both really enjoy it.
We caught most of Sunday School, and all of our auxiliary meetings. Both lessons were superb.
And dear Bishop Thompson was released. I cried during almost the entire sacrament meeting, and then half of Relief Society. And again when we saw him as we were leaving to come home. I really am my mother's daughter. It was almost embarrassing, as I forgot a handkerchief and was on the front row for everyone on the stand to see, tears falling nearly non-stop and nose dripping like a faucet.
I'm sure that Bishop Hicks will do a marvelous job, but Bishop Thompson is the only bishop Josh and I have had during our marriage. He's been a sympathetic father figure, ready to tell the truth when needed and give us confidence boosts when we're feeling low. Though he would never consider himself to be eloquent, he's touched our hearts many times.
Now I'm going to sit down with Jesus the Christ and read the next chapter. If you've never read it, boy you're missing out. One chapter at a time, it's not only interesting--it's a testimony builder to be sure.
1 comment:
I loved Bishop Thompson too. I remember when he was called. It's hard to believe it's already been three years. I think you're allowed to cry when you're pregnant.
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