Sunday #2

This Sunday was, by far, less difficult than last Sunday..........on some level. Sister Bryan asked me if I would be willing to talk to the girls about my experience having and losing Ellie. For a week, I've been trying to figure out what to say, but eventually, I got it..........I think.

Allan got sick on Saturday and was still sick into Sunday, along with Luke, so they both stayed home and I took Sarah and Taylor to church. Turns out, Taylor was sick, because his nursery teacher came out with him, and said she felt like he had a fever. Poor kid came home and fell asleep on me, without lunch, and slept for 2 hours. Luke has a major cough that just won't quit. Sarah seems like she has a cold, but it's not slowing her down any. I don't think anything would.

I came to church still with no idea what I would say to the girls, however, I did bring all of the few things I have of Ellie's, just in case I did come up with something super deep. HA! I thought that I might be able read my blog while in Gospel Doctrine, but Brother Powell teaches so dang well, I was listening instead. DARN! I really wanted to convey something to the girls. I love them each so much. They are such amazing young women, and have really been an inspiration to me during this time. I know that a lot of them are going through some trying times, and I wanted to express to them, that even though things get hard, harder than we think we can handle, that if we just push through, we will come out stronger and better for it. I do feel like my testimony is broken, and I have been borrowing their testimonies to help me get through. However, I don't know how I did. I don't think anyone would tell me that I just babbled and didn't express anything at all. But I feel like the spirit was at least there and that's good enough for now. I did pass around the beautiful pictures Scott took of her, so they could see her. I could tell that some of the girls got tense when I said I had pictures, but they all seemed more relaxed when they saw that they really were nice, and not what they thought they could be.

I came home to a sicker house, but I felt good that I was able to accomplish that difficult speaking opportunity. I'm so glad Sister Bryan asked me to do it. I hope the girls understand how much they mean to me and how much I love them, all of their leaders do. I think and worry about them like they are my own family.

Besides the sick kids, and all of the babies and pregnant ladies at church, it was a really good Sunday.