I had a good morning,talking briefly with my Sweetheart, and having a longer conversation with my oldest. These are some of the nice things about starting my shift later in the day. But overall, I am glad this will be my last late day at the Library. By the time I get there at 1 pm I have already been up for many hours, and doing things that, at the least, need brain-power.
Today's schedule is very unusual because of Mission Conference and Choir taking up 3 hours of the 8. My two hours at the German/Slavic desk turned into three, as there were not many patrons in the evening so I was mentoring another missionary in some aspects of Family Tree as well as expanding her translations of some records. We together also helped a patron with some German translation that was made more difficult because spelling was not standardized in the 1800s. Anyway, those tasks kept my attention, so this last late night shift turned out not to put me to sleep!
I got a letter from my friend back in Missouri who has written to me every month--and her letters have gotten through! I like hearing from her.
This morning I noticed an envelope which had been slipped under my door. In it was $25 and a note thanking me for sharing my internet connection! This will be a big blessing for me, because I will have some cash each. I hope to discipline myself to use this very sparingly, rather than for impulse purchases, like dark chocolate covered cranberries that I spent way too much on last month! That purchase just reinforced my understanding that I cannot trust myself to have such goodies at hand--I eat way too much of such treats!
Since I had stayed pretty alert during Mission Conference yesterday for the talks it was the music which touched me even more than yesterday. "Savior, Redeemer of My Soul" had me choked up at the beginning, and "We Are the Lambs of His Fold" which we sang for the closing ended and I lost my composure to the extent that the sister next to me asked me several times if I was ok. I learned a long time ago that I am touched more deeply by music than most other things in my life. And tears are often the language of the Spirit.
Our choir director continues to teach us new principles of singing. Today he sang a simple song off-key and off-beat to illustrate that music is different than other disciplines. In music, getting a song 90% right does not rate an "A". I hear from other choir members the same feelings that I have--we are very blessed to have a director who is able to teach us how to improve our ability to sing in a manner which touches hearts. Maybe it will prepare us for the choirs in the eternity. The image comes to mind of Aslan, in the Narnia Chronicles, singing the worlds into existence. I love that image, having had some experience with the creation of melodies.
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