The big news to day was my little car not starting when I finally got ready to go out to the grocery store. Several months ago, at one oil change, we were told the battery was getting weak, but the next oil change there was no mention, so I did not get a new battery then. I have a roadside assistance membership, and it was a lovely day, and I got to wait in my apartment for the truck to come, so this was quite the ideal day to deal with this situation. I did call the dealership while I was waiting, just in case the problem was more severe than needing a new battery, and also asked the price of a battery from them. I realized that I had not driven since Saturday--so I will try from now on to get out more often. My daughter suggested a weekly run to In N Out Burger, but I think my waistline can't afford that!
There were two nice younger men who came to give service. The engine turned over quite nicely, and no warning lights stayed on, when the jump-start machine did its work. They ran some diagnostics and did not detect anything else out of the ordinary--and their price for a battery with a good warranty was quite a bit less than the dealer price, and they installed it. While one of them did the installation, the other filled out the paperwork. He mentioned that he disliked having to use a cane. He shared that he had been in a motorcycle accident, and had to have hip and knee surgery. His wife had been with him and just had bad bruises. I mentioned that when we are protected from even worse things we probably have work to do--and I related an accident I had a few years ago which could have been very severe, but was moderated. He agreed that he probably did have something he was supposed to do.
As they were getting ready to leave I offered the one with the cane pass along cards, saying I did not know if he was already a Latter-day Saint. He related that he had been baptized but was not now active. I shared that I was a convert at 26 after having turned my back on God for 10 years. He took the card concerning family happiness, and said that having a family made a difference.
The other young man said he had been baptized and had even done baptisms in the temple, but had gone away when he was about 16. He did take a card with a picture of the Savior.
I hope, of course, that this encounter was no accident, and that the incident will help each of them come closer to Christ.
I had awakened with knowing that I needed to post on the FairMormon list a comment on a discussion where some members had indicated that they thought the support the Church gave to Proposition 8, a defense of traditional marriage, in California nearly a decade ago was a mistake. My comment was that just as in the 1800s, when across the earth most people knew that Mormons existed because of Plural Marriage, our visibility was raised because of our support of Prop 8. As our society marches determinedly towards destruction, those who are looking for a solid foundation or truth, or those like I was 42 years ago, whom the Lord humbles, will find peace in the doctrines of Jesus Christ and His Church here on the earth,
Later in the morning I got my laundry done, and while I was hanging up clothes I decided to look on You Tube for a hymn that our choir director played for us yesterday "Behold the Wounds in Jesus' Hands". I found several versions, including one in which the Alto part is separated out, so I was able to get a head start on learning that. One of the challenges that I have in the choirs out here is that we rarely hear the parts before being expected to sing them. I have learned that I am simply not very good at sight-reading pieces I have never heard before.
I decided to send the link to that hymn to my Sweetheart--he sends me a song or hymn every day, but this is the first time I have shared one with him. Then I looked to see if I could find the hymn we are currently preparing to sing on Monday--I Come to Him, by Sally DeFord. I did find it, and was able to go over the alto part so that now I am pretty comfortable with it.
This afternoon I got to Skype with my little sweet Arizona granddaughters, and enjoy hearing and seeing them. Later my youngest and I had a chance to talk for quite a while. It was good to catch up with her, as she is starting a new educational program.
An evening conversation and prayer with my Sweetheart were a lovely end to a pretty good day.
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