Faithful Everyday Heroes

SK served in the temple this morning for a couple of hours....taking about 45 minutes to get there and 45 to get back on the bus route.  He came home both energized and weary.

Energized because of the many beautiful experiences he had there.  He served in the baptistry and it was unusually slow.  They generally stay open until noon for anyone and everyone who wants to go in and do a few baptisms.  Of the ones who were there, YSAs were the majority.  Finally at eleven a.m. the temple president announced that they might as well close down since it looked no one else was coming.  SK said, "I'll stay for awhile just to make sure."  A couple of others stayed too, and pretty soon Lea, the young woman who just got her mission call came in.

She did baptisms for 75 individuals.  She is such a faithful young woman and no doubt after the excitement of opening that mission call needed to seek the peace of service in the temple.  I was so glad that SK felt the need to stay just a little while longer.

I did some shopping for tomorrow (we are having the other senior missionaries over for dinner and a dear lady who is a member of the branch).  I went alone.  You have heard the saying, "His eyes were bigger than his stomach."  ...I have a new version of that:  "Her eyes were bigger than her arm muscles."

I went up and down the aisles picking up things I needed (and I few things I didn't....but the deals were too great to pass up on things we will be needing!).  I got to the checkout and paid, and bagged up all the loot.  It was then I realized without the great and wonderful cart or the great and wonderful SK, I had a pretty heavy load to carry.

I made it home, but it was heavy, and I did some serious repenting for not taking one of the two items mentioned above with me.

At three we left for the leadership meeting in Roskilde.  It started at 4.  I was not supposed to be there, but it was either go with SK or take a bus, a train, 2 more buses and walk to get there later.  Our Saturday night 7 p.m. meeting was also there.  So I took something to read, and sequestered myself away in a little classroom.  Fortunately, it went by faster than I thought it would.

Among other speakers, the stake president called up Brother Andersen, our Institute Director to bear his testimony.  He is a magnificent speaker....he probably took up about 5 or 6 minutes speaking about Jesus Christ and what he has done for us and why it is important to know.  He referred to the very difficult time they are experiencing with the death of their daughter....he said they are in a state of mourning.  He was simply eloquent......and eloquently simple.  It was a beautiful meeting....the church was packed and the spirit was strong.  All the young missionaries stood and sang "Called to Serve" in Danish....they boomed it out, and they all looked so happy....how can you not be moved by something that wonderful?

Our fairy tale prince offered to give us a ride home, for which we were very grateful.....what would have been an hour and 45 minute commute on the bus/train/buses was a 40 minute very comfortable ride with him.  Isn't that, after all, what fairy tale princes do....go around rescuing people?