I was retelling this experience to my sis, and she encouraged me to write it down in my blog, so that I could remember, so this is what I'm doing.
Sundays meetings are particularly hard for me. Our meetings are at 1pm, Curtis has presidency meetings at 10:00, holds choir practice at 11:00, and to church by 12:40. He usually gets home around 12:10. So he helps for that half hour, but often times has to leave early so that he can be ready for sacrament (he's ward chorister). He stays on the stand until after the sacrament, then comes down to join us. This particular Sunday, it was ward conference, so he stayed up there to do a special choir number. We consider ourselves lucky if we can make it to the end of the sacrament portion of the meeting without leaving to the hall with Malia. I'm not sure why, but Malia really cannot remain quite at church--at all. I had to leave at the BEGINNING of the service this Sunday and remained out there the whole time. I was so disappointed! I really wanted to be in there to feel of the Spirit and to hear our Bishop and Stake President talk to us, not to mention to hear Curtis's choir number. I tried to listen out in the hall, but was preoccupied with a very noisy baby. About three fourths of the way through the meeting, I finally gave up and let her down to get her wiggles out. She wanted her fishy crackers, only if, she could hold the bag. Well, I decided to see if she could handle it, but before I could get to her, she dumped it right in the middle of the foyer. I know, no surprise there. I think I sighed out loud, with maybe a little "gerr" mixed with it, I'm not quite sure. But as I started to pick up the crackers, an older fellow, maybe in his early 80s or older, just quietly giggled and bent down to help me pick them up. All the while he giggled. I wasn't sure if he was laughing at me or what, I was too frustrated to figure it out. Then he quietly said, "Oh...you know you are doing the greatest work...raising these little ones, don't you?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just smiled almost to himself and walked away. At the time, I was just thinking "ya, ya, I know. I know." But when things got quiet later on, I realized, the Lord sent this sweet angel to me with a very simple, truthful message, just for me. I may had not been in the meeting that day or heard Curtis's beautiful choir number, but I was edified. I don't know that man, I have never seen him before, but I would like to say thank you, for listening to Him, for he was an instrument in His hands that day.
