Sunday Thoughts

While sitting in the movie theater watching "Admission" with Lori and Whitney yesterday (it wasn't really a kid show) I leaned over to Whitney and said, "Usually something bad has to happen before something good can". I was explaining a basic theme in story telling, but really for life as well.

Fast forward to today's Sacrament Meeting where one of our much-beloved youth was speaking because he is about to leave for a mission to Atlanta, GA. He told a amazing story of a kayaking trip the 16-18 year old Young Men took a couple years in Oregon. The river was dangerously high and fast, and they all had some near-death experiences. After one particularly terrifying experience he found himself on the shore scared out of his mind and asking God where He'd gone?! He was angry about his near-death experience and scared that more were to come since they still had 70 miles of river to traverse before finishing the trip. He told us how this experience had humbled him greatly and made him rethink his relationship with the Lord.

But here he is two years later giving a farewell talk weeping and saying that Jesus Christ is one of his best friends and that he is grateful he had that awful experience. It was powerful and thought provoking. It has got me thinking about life-altering experiences that have changed me, and what part I play in the lives of others. Needless to say I'm a weepy mess.

Thus Far--A Poem About My Day

My mind starting rhyming before I'd even left the house this morning, so I knew this outing was going to have to be told via my very elementary poem-writing skills.

Running late to Salt Lake
Puffy eyes, tights on thighs.
Freeway speeds, then wrong-turn woes.
Construction site, which way to go?


Parking Garage, P-1, P-4,
Take a picture, remember more.


Walking fast in Sunday shoes,
Not my favorite thing to do.


Primary Training, had to go.
Assembly Hall, I love it so.


Lots of women there did meet,
Clouds of perfume not a treat.


Many notes, I did take.
Much to learn, it was great.


The bench was hard, 2 hours is long.
But we stood and sang a song.


Afterward, I wandered round.
Taking pictures of the grounds.


It was nice, though skies were grey.
I'll go back another day.


Nearly killed, in freeway lane.
A mattress flew, could have caused pain.
Hand of God, I know saved me.
From meeting my mortality.
Said prayer of thanks and shook my head.
It doesn't take much to make us dead.


Listened to Rush for Claudia's sake,
What a jerk, himself did make.


Wendy's drive thru, for my lunch.
Was ravenous, and had to munch.


Home sweet home in comfy clothes,
Computer time and sweet repose.

The End.

**Do you ever find yourself rhyming?
Have you ever posted a silly poem?
Have you been to this training before?
Have you had a near-death experience on the freeway?**