Thursday, October 26, 2018

Glade went to “The Sweat Shop” this morning so I walked by myself.  It is a safe route with runners, school kids, and early dog walkers interspersed along the way.  I had to get back in time to go to the Church to practice, which was fun because I took chapel-appropriate Christmas music and played it on the baby grand.  It was awesome!!!  It’s getting cold enough to consider the approaching season realistically.

Last night, I decided to organize the family names that were ready for sealings.  I put together parents who needed to be sealed to each other and then added their children’s cards so they could become a family.  Then there were lots of individual sealings for spouses, sons to parents, and daughters to parents.  It was getting late, and although I hadn’t counted on doing the whole stack, I just kept going until it was finished.  I took the names to the temple this morning not knowing if ordinance workers could do their own names when they were assigned to be sealing patrons.  I have never had that assignment before.

While visiting with the shift director, I asked her if an ordinance worker patron could do his or her own names, and she said definitely yes.  For the first time, that assignment was on my sheet today and was scheduled for an hour and a half.  Aside from director positions, nothing lasts that long.  She remembered giving me that assignment and told me that she really prays for direction when placing the workers for the next shift.  

So here I was with an hour and a half at the end of the shift having the chance to do sealings.  Glade wasn’t there since he was veil coordinator; but I was there and gave the sealers—I was there through two of them—all my organized names and we went to work.  There were a few couples who came in to have a few family names sealed, but the rest of the time was spent on the names I took.  What a coincidence!  Someone on those cards was a little anxious to get this work done today!!  What a blessing to have parents sealed to each other and children sealed to their parents.  It was beautiful.

I know that Heavenly Father directs His work.  We see tender mercies and small miracles every day.  Old people may forget their lines, people still have serious health issues, and parents grieve over struggling family members; but blessings are bounteous, the work goes on, knowledge increases, and testimonies are strengthened.  The Lord’s hand is in our lives. 

The last of the lingering roses in DC