Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Trombone Musings

Taylor used to practice his trombone in the garage.  It's getting a bit cold for that, so he tries to find a location that is the least noisy for the rest of the family.  Tonight I found him sitting on the toilet in the master bathroom practicing away.  Dedicated kid.  I opened the door and complimented him on how much he's progressing.  We were looking at each other through the mirror.  He looked at me with a meditative expression and said, "You look different in the mirror."  I flexed my muscles, sucked in my gut and put a "Flynn Ryder smolder" on my face.  "Do I look more handsome in the mirror?" I asked. 

"No.  Your bald spot is on the opposite side."

Thanks, T.  I love you, too.



I recently noticed a headline on CNN that was something along the lines of, "Will science eventually prove that God doesn't exist?"  I was struck by this.  What kind of arrogance does it take to think that man could disprove the existence of God?  How sad must be the life of someone who is determined to eliminate his own Father in Heaven?  How grateful I am for my testimony that He not only exists, but knows ME.  Little old, unimportant me.  And He loves me.  So much more than the almost overwhelming love I have for my own children.  A perfect love.  He wants what is best for me.  Such a blessing to know these things.

I woke up this morning, as I do every school morning, to my alarm.  The alarm I set is on my smart phone.  How did we ever survive without these electronic swiss army knives?  I've heard the next iPhone will not only wake you up, but will cook your breakfast as well:).  Anyway, I woke up as usual, but then my normal morning routine changed.  Just about every day, I grab my phone to turn off the alarm, then I check my email.  There are usually about 15 emails from overnight.  Most are junk and I immediately delete them.  Once in awhile there is something of importance.  My favorites are comments on our blog;)  But I do this virtually every day.  My first waking moments are filled with checking messages that for the most part are so pointless I delete them without even reading them.

This morning I had a little inspiration.  I'm sure this is not an original thought, but it was important to me and had an immediate impact on my life:  Why am I checking email messages before I check my messages from my Heavenly Father?  And so I did.  I got on my knees and poured out my heart.  And you know what?  I got a message.  We have been struggling to find the best way to deal with an issue one of our children is having.  During my prayer, a very clear impression came to my mind of a unique idea to deal with this issue.  A way I had never considered, but one that I am sure will be most helpful as we work on this together.  I am excited to continue checking my messages from Heavenly Father first thing.  It has made a difference in my day already.  I really am so grateful for Him.  So grateful for prophets throughout history who have sacrificed much to bring us His word.  And so grateful for His son, whose atonement has made it possible for me to return and live with Him again someday.