General Conference

President Monson and his wife,  Frances. I love this picture because a)  it's the prophet of our church, who is pushing his cute wife in her wheelchair and b) i think old couples are the cutest thing ever. 

this weekend was the semi-annual General Conference. since i was deathly sick with the flu (i took more naps that Syd did today, no joke) i did not get quite as much out of it as i could have. thank goodness it gets printed in the Ensign and i can read it later, right? besides, kirk and i can never think of what to do for family home evening on Monday nights, so we can watch snippets for the next few months. :)

what i DID get out of it, however, was that i need to serve more. friday morning was a pretty low point for me. i was sick and miserable, and for some reason i began to have suicidal thoughts. NOTE: i am not suicidal. i'm fine, i promise. but i was letting myself get pretty low. all i kept thinking and praying was "man i wish someone would just come rescue me."

ya know distracted me from being so depressed? well, partly kirk coming home with flowers, chocolate, and diet A&W root beer. :) but mostly it was my sweet daughter. when she got up from her nap, i had to focus on someone other than my miserable self. i had to serve. it didn't instantly pull me out of my depression, but slowly it helped. and honestly, i couldn't help but laugh through my tears as she grinned at me and crawled around the house, chasing the cat.

no one had to come and save me because she was there, waiting to be served...and that service rescued me.

so that's my General Conference resolution. to follow the example of all y'all (because i know all the readers of this private blog volunteer, are raising kids, being great friends, and are doing so many other things to help others) and try serve more.

the end. happy sunday.