"Prayer of the Children"
Tonight was our stake's "Night of Inspirational Music." The Big O and some weird salad dressing made us a little late. Meaning we missed about half of the program. But we came in just in time for one of my favorite non-churchy churchy kind of songs to listen to at these kinds of things called, "Prayer of the Children." It was very nicely performed. I really enjoyed it. It reminded me of when my singles ward did something similar a while back and my friend Nick and some other boys (I don't really remember who the other boys were--sorry) sang it. I think the performance with Nick and friends is still my favorite, but tonight's was good too.
"Even though it be a cross that raiseth me"
Also at the thing tonight the Chinese ward (Yes, we have a Chinese ward in our stake. How cool is that?) sang "Nearer My God to Thee." I'm still a little dissapointed that they didn't sing it in Chinese. But it was still wonderful. Whenever they said "nearer" it had this little Chinese twinge to it which made me smile. I like that we are not all exactly alike in this world. Which brings me to what was for me the most memorable moment of this evenings performance. There was a Chinese sister up there singing in that choir who had some sort of obvious retardation, but she seemed to be reading the music and she was singing along with the others just fine. I watched her as she sang, "Nearer my God to thee. Nearer to thee. Even though it be a cross that raiseth me." And I thought in that moment how true that was for her. She is probably so close to her Heavenly Father and yet what a cross it must be to bear a retardation, to not have the same use of her body as I enjoy in my own. My heart went out to that sister in some silent way. I admire her so much.
Garbanzo Bean Cookies
I tried another recipe from my crazy healthy cookbook this evening and I don't think I'll be making that recipe again. Not unless I meet anyone who's just nuts for garbanzo beans. It was chocolate chip cookies with garbanzo beans. Umm... this one was a little weird. I think I might try the recipe again without the garbanzo beans some time since it seemed a little healthier all around, but... yeah... weird. If you find some cookies on your doorstep with cranberries and white chocolate chips that taste a little dry in some spots, they did not come from our house.
Relief Society Teacher
It was my week to teach in Relief Society today. I dread teaching. And I had somewhat of a profound realization about myself last night as I was agonizing somewhat over today's task: I am not a good teacher. I happen to have impressive chalkboard handwriting. Furthermore, my grandmother and mother and step-father and plenty of my sisters are or have been very good teachers. Considering this, I have grown up assuming that I am likewise a great teacher. I am not. If a teaching moment ever goes well in my life it is due only to divine intervention and absolutely nothing else. Because I really am pretty terrible at it. I just don't know how to even begin planning a lesson. I have tried a variety of ways and they never seem to give me the confidence and real plan that I desire. I am just not a born teacher like I had always thought. Writing, on the other hand, I feel very comfortable with. I would have liked to be called to be the Relief Society writer. But, alas, I was called to be the Relief Society teacher. And so, on the third Sunday of every month, I get up there in front of the ladies in my ward and muddle through a lesson. Today's lesson went well. I stand by what I have already said about divine intervention.
I think the Big O is going through a growth spurt or something. She ate ALL DAY on Friday and then slept practically ALL DAY yesterday. Today she was just plain off on her regular schedule. She was pretty happy all morning, but then as soon as we got to church she was pretty cranky. Well, she slept for a little while and was then mostly a screechy little baby for the rest of Sacrament meeting. Bryan spent a good while out in the hall with her and then I took her to the mother's lounge to try and feed her. Nope, not interested. But I heard her go poopie, so I laid her down on her diaper changing mat on the floor to just change her there in the mother's lounge. There's a diaper changing station in the women's bathroom, but I didn't feel like walking back and forth. Unfortunately, by the time I took off her little tights I heard her go poop some more and it did not sound good. Sure enough, I opened up her diaper to find a nice little puddle of poo. GROSS. I cleaned her up and got a fresh diaper on her, but had to go dispose of the ultra poopy puddle I was now holding. I left the big O in the care of some other nice moms in my ward who were feeding their babies while I went to throw her diaper away in the diaper pail located in the restroom just down the hall. This happened just as another ward was changing rotations in primary and the hall was filled with bustling children and their leaders. I'm just glad I didn't bump into anyone with that nasty diaper.
Lisa Comes for Dinner
Lisa came over to join us for dinner tonight. I always like having Lisa over. Not only are we more inclined to make real meals when she comes to visit, but she's just fun to have around. Also, I think the big O really likes her. They had some grown up girl bonding time while Bryan and I had our date last night and I'm pretty sure she just wanted to stay and play with Auntie Lisa. She was stoic for me the whole time I was trying to play with her and be fun after church, but it wasn't until Auntie Lisa came that she brought out the big smiles.
Well, that's all I really have to say about today. It was just a good, regular kind of Sunday.