My Bishop asked me last a Sunday if he could put my name in for a visit with the Stake President and the Seventy this weekend before Stake Conference. I felt honored that he thought of me and wanted to put my name in for such a meeting. I said yes, of course, and last night, I got a call asking if I could meet with them at noon on Saturday. I was so excited! Then we sussed out the details of meeting at the church building and which door and what time, etc. I get to meet with the Stake President and a General Authority tomorrow! I’m going to wear my nice, new black jeans and my best light blue Oxford button-down shirt with the thin white stripes running vertically. It’s supposed to be slightly warmer tomorrow, so I should be able to go without my merino wool beanie and not reveal my terrible cowlicks. This is going to be great! I’m so grateful that they chose to meet with me, and so thankful for my Bishop, who thought to put my name in for a visit with them! Updates pending…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 