This week..backwards

Church is tiring for a two year old.  If you sang "The Wise Man Built His House Upon a Rock" with the vigor that Sarah does, you would look like this too.

This is Sarah, minutes after arriving home.  It was a wonderful Sabbath, by the way.  

For Saturday night, Andrew ordered tickets to a concert in the Tabernacle. He was so excited, as was I. There is a great spirit to Temple Square.  That peace we feel there largely influenced our move to Salt Lake. I guess I had hoped that that spirit had seeped into the city, or was a part of this great city.   
We were excited that the tickets allowed anyone 2 years and up.  Sarah would be allowed in. 

When we arrived, though, Sarah was in running mode.  The poor volunteer ushers were beside themselves.  I, who usually does not blink at most of Sarah's daring climbs, stopped breathing a couple of times as she sped to the top of the Tabernacle and teetered over the audience below.  We could barely keep up with her, nor could we keep her still.  In Sarah's defense, it was past her bedtime.  She is usually obedient, and compliant...just not after 7:00 p.m.   

We even tried the baby room at the Tabernacle.  We looked in awe at the babies who sat quietly on their parent's laps.  Sarah never did that.  The baby room could not hold Sarah.  She is quick like Cassius Clay, and able to climb anything.

  

In the end, Andrew watched the concert from the inside while I caught beautiful snatches from the outside...while chasing Sarah.

One of the sweet ushers showed Sarah a surprise.  When we stood right where he was, we saw Angel Moroni in his golden glory peeking out from between the spires.  It looked better in real life.
One of the sweet moments came, when I showed Sarah the murals of the Savior's life.  The spirit intensified as I told her about Jesus Christ saying, "Come follow me" to Peter, James, and John.  Sarah understood as I told her that they said, "I'm coming!" (it is one of her phrases).  That is what we say when Jesus says, "come follow me".  

The power of speaking of Jesus is beyond words.  Especially when speaking of Him to a pure two year old.  Sarah was focused, and I knew she felt the spirit as I did.
Saturday morning consisted of a food drive for the Utah Food Bank.  If anyone wondered why our garage was full of alcohol boxes, that is what the Food Bank requested.  They said that they hold heavy items better.  I was a little embarrassed every time our garage door opened and our neighbors saw the vodka and tequila boxes.  I wondered if they thought, "those alcohol boxes are probably for a food drive."  Maybe.
Wednesday consisted of Mutual, and a Speed Networking event that Andrew helped organize.  Sadly, one of the girls, not from Salt Lake, that Andrew helped organize it with, changed the location at the last minute to a bar.  Andrew had Sarah at the time and could not actually go inside, but had to help from outside.
It went well, though.

We are super blessed.  I am grateful for the gorgeous weather (which has not been too hot, and has rained gorgeously), for an awesome babysitter (who cleaned my entire house, and found a library book I had been missing for two weeks),  for doing laundry (which helped me find a coat that I had misplaced...with unscathed temple names in the pocket-I felt so bad), for the emergency preparedness class that I attended today (which solidified my families emergency meeting place), for the chance that I had to be alone on Saturday morning to feast on Jamba Juice and ponder (practicing for my prayer and meditation lesson next week), and for a good life.