My Sabbath began with the video my dear Gregory sent to me last night of Josh Groban singing "You Raise Me Up". Tears came as I thought of how much my sweetheart lifts me, but the song speaks to me on so many levels: our Savior, of course; but also family members and dear friends. I am grateful for all who help me to grow beyond what I could do on my own. We need each other to become more than we can be alone.
Another visit to the Tabernacle for the Choir broadcast brought more tears, although it wasn't until the second or third song. Then every piece spoke to my heart, even during the actual broadcast. In order to get good seats we go for the rehearsal as well as the broadcast. Then I go back for the rehearsal that the choir has for their up-coming European trip. It is interesting to hear them learn pieces in different languages.
On to my own choir practice, where the director had decided that she wanted to make a major change in the piece we were singing today. It all turned out OK. Still, the last-minute change was a bit unnerving. And I am very grateful that my musical talents do not extend to directing a choir. That seems to be a very complicated skill. I am happy to sing, though. In fact, in Relief Society today I decided that I would just sing alto. Our meeting is held in a huge room [called the Empire Room!!!], and there are maybe 200 sisters in attendance each Sunday, so I did not feel out of place singing rather loudly. I was pleased that the sister sitting next to me was happy I was doing harmony, rather than complaining.
Supper with my Cuban sister was nice. She invited another sister to join us who is getting ready to leave the mission after 22 months. I was glad to get to know her.
My home and visiting teaching couple came, and I was very happy that the brother shared a message with me. One of the points was that Heavenly Father has given us the tools we need to be successful in the work we have to do, even technology. I had not previously thought of that, but on reflection I know it is true. I know my family history efforts would flounder if I still had to do it just with paper and pen. There is too much to keep track of without the aid of the computers.
The sister brought me a loaf of homemade bread, which was wonderful as always. I just had to put it in the frig so I would not eat it all tonight! Yummy!
Tonight I will talk and pray with Gregory, a beautiful ending to a beautiful Sabbath day.
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