Recently in Seminary we participated in an activity, which we called the Great and Dreadful Day. The purpose of the activity was to help us see how important preparation was to have the activity turn out and be a positive event. First we looked at our options and decided what we wanted the outcome to be. We decided on breakfast at Village Inn for our Seminary Class. Then we worked on what we each needed to do to be able to go on the given day. Oh, and by the way, we didn’t know when that day would be. The prerequisites were, 1. Fill out and hand in a permission slip signed by our parents. 2. We had to be there on the day the activity would happen (which we didn’t know when that would be). And 3. We couldn’t be late, at all. That didn’t seem so hard. Then two months later after the idea was first introduced, it started to slip from our minds. Occasionally different signs (in our case, literally signs of paper) would appear, change places and so forth. Some noticed, some didn’t. Some started to believe the day would never actually come. Some lost faith in me. To some even breakfast at that early hour didn’t sound so wonderful anymore, maybe sleep was better. About a week before the activity took place, I knew it was time, so I talked to Bishop Bass and let him know when for sure we were doing it. The signs increased, a few days went by, some thought the time was here, and was disappointed when it wasn’t. Some thought for sure it was coming soon and made their predictions. Some watched me, perhaps two certain young men who rode to Seminary with me each morning, and looked for clues. They misread the fact that I brought breakfast on that particular Thursday morning and thought , no, it’s not today. Little did they know that it was for anyone not there on time. The night before the activity, I couldn’t fall asleep, I worried about someone not coming that morning, being late, or even failing to get out of the car on time to go with us. I tried to convince myself, It was only breakfast, it would be okay. Earlier that evening I had seen almost all of the youth at the church for Wednesday night activities, I wanted so badly to tell them to make sure they were there tomorrow and on time. I didn’t want anyone to miss it. I prayed for each one of them, those that sometimes didn’t make it all the time, those that were sometimes late, those that had a hard time actually getting out the car each day and walking into Seminary on their own. Anyway, Thursday morning came, a little too quickly, even with a small amount of sleep I was so excited and worried, it kept me going. Now the hard part, who would be ready. I changed the signs to the glass entry doors, some of them read, “Are you ready”, “Are you here?”, “Are you on time”, “It’s Here”, “The Great and Dreadful Day”. I set up a video for any latecomers to watch, and Brother Roche had agreed to come in and stay with anyone left behind. After several students showed up, I had two worries, one was someone sleeping in a car waiting to come in, and two if the last few students would be late or not. We had decided anyone later than 6 A.M. would not be able to go with us. Finally the student in the car, came in, and with about 30 seconds to go, the last student came in. I was so happy, they were all there, we said a prayer and left for breakfast. When we arrived at Village Inn, we all congregated in the foyer of the restaurant, and waited to be helped. Now, the night before I had gone into the restaurant and talked to someone, they left a note to let the morning crew know we were coming and how many of us there were. I thought by doing all I could to prepare them, we would be able to all have breakfast and get everyone to
school on time. We waited several minutes, no waitress, or hostess. Just as I was going to go looking for someone, the waitress and someone else emerged from the back. They looked a little taken aback when they saw our group. I wasn’t sure if it was from seeing that many teenagers that early in the morning or what. Well, the what, was that my note of “Warning” got covered up with a notebook and no one saw it. The hostess called in sick that morning and our little waitress was it…After recovering themselves, they got to work and pulled tables together, and got ready for us. Everyone behaved beautifully and we had a good time eating breakfast. And despite the delays, we made it back to the church by 7 A.M. to get everyone off to school. On Friday morning we had a lesson on being prepared , whether it was for the Second Coming, death, missions, temple marriage, whatever may come our way first, and so on. Bishop Bass participated in our lesson and shared many wonderful views and inspired observations with our class.
Although RaNae was in Idaho on her 19th Birthday, we celebrated at home with her before she left. We had Philly Cheesesteaks for dinner with onion rings, and a combination birthday cake of Strawberry and Funfetti.
I have some beautiful tulips that come up each year, for the last couple of years we had less. I think it was due to the mole we had in our yard messing with the bulbs. This year they came up in different locations, but very pretty.
Here, Joslynn is telling me a story, but I put the pictures in the wrong order, this is the last one, and it goes backwards. She is very animated in telling us things, uses a lot of hand and arm gestures.
This is Saturday morning, the kids woke up to the Easter Bunny's surprises and hunted for the eggs they colored and decorated on Friday night.
