It's still hot out and getting hotter through the week. They say we're in a heat dome. It definitely feels like an oven. And try as I might to not complain, well, I have been. I'm just hot all the time. Good thing I've a small container of baby powder/corn starch. It does help.
The doorbell rang the other night. Just in time for dinner. We had run into our across-the street neighbors when we were having our Costco pizza and they were telling us how much they prefer the Sam's Club pizza. And there she was, bringing us a couple pieces of Sam's club pizza. Dinner from our neighbors - what a lovely treat. We supplemented it with some of our fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and canteloupe. Yum all around.
Sunday was quite a day. Our church, another ward's church (our previous neighbor was speaking just before she leaves for her mission and I'm so happy we got to hear her and didn't miss), a quick check-in with the bishop regarding our application for a tiny service mission, then stake priesthood for The Husband. It felt busy like we haven't been Sunday-busy for quite a while. I even managed to chat for a minute with my sweet friend. Yup, one of our better Sundays.
One of the sisters in our ward is teaching a class on how to write your memoirs. I've been urged by more than a couple people to attend. I'm resisting. Not sure I want to write my memoirs. And am quite sure that in spite of training, it would still read as sappy, trite. I'm not doing well with people urging me to do stuff they think I should do. I get a lot of that.
Received this article to read that I thought was wonderful. Yes, I'm anxious. All the time. I want to re-read this as often as I can to help me not be that way. Hopefully if I read it enough, it'll sink into my memory.
Sunday's R.S. lesson was taught by a friend. She did a great job - was most anxious that we all have a copy of this quote by Rosemary Wixom from October 2015 General Conference. I need to remember this, also. We live in an area that's hard for us. We're less young (older), less affluent, less busy with kids and friends, less of most everything and it's a challenge to not feel inferior. And while I totally understand that my divine identity has nothing to do with all of that, I still am living in this world. I need to remind myself that all of those things we're "less" of are temporary and fleeting. We try to be good and do good.
Our divine nature has nothing to do with our personal accomplishments, the status we achieve, the number of marathons we run, or our popularity and self-esteem. Our divine nature comes from God. It was established in an existence that preceded our birth and will continue on into eternity.
So grateful for a few people that "see" us, are generous with us, and act like we matter.
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