Modulation in All Things

Happy surprise to see the Call family.

Abby 

Brothers and Sisters

One of "our" many splendid trees. 

Out of the “training zone,” but still in training.  Monday, with our assignment to the FHL, we began working our way through sixteen computer modules specific to serving in that building.  We have learned computer tricks, patron service, and searches.  After completing each module, we take a quiz on the computer--three incorrect and we must repeat the lesson.  (I hate trick questions.)  When we see the celebratory confetti on the computer screen, we then set up a “review” with someone who has already earned a blue lanyard. Ten passed, with six to go.  And then…we train specific to the U.S. and Canada floor.

In the four-day Thanksgiving break, we had generous helpings of delicious food and time with family and friends.  We heard someone calling our name as we were walking home on Tuesday.  When we turned to look it was Bishop Call and his family from Olathe First Ward.  Happy surprise!   We joined them in the Discovery Zone—and of course, discovered we are related.

Then, Abby Stotts, a friend from Olathe, came to Bountiful from BYU-I to be with her aunt’s family.  She texted us so we made arrangements to meet her Wednesday evening, enjoying the Eyring exhibit, the lights in City Creek, and then  Chipotle.

            Thursday through Sunday morning we were in Utah Valley.  We got to help at Lindsey’s and Brent’s new home by painting the babies’ room.  Moving in this week!  We enjoyed family get-togethers all three days with Elder Challis’ siblings.   The prizes for Turkey Bingo after dinner on Thanksgiving at the Moons’ were amazing.   I “gobbled up” a cute snowman which makes our apartment seem not quite so bereft of Christmas decorations.

            Out on the street and on Temple Square “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”  Thousands of lights!  From our balcony window, we can see eight trees a- light in red and white.  It’s almost as good as having our own tree inside—almost.

            Saturday afternoon we gathered with family members to “mourn with those who mourn.”   My cousin’s son, unexpectedly passed away.  That brought his parents, Grant and Tessa, and his younger brother, Mitchell from their home in Virginia, as well as other loved family members from near and far.  It was good to be with them. So good. Both Grant and Tessa bore powerful witness of the Holy Ghost as Comforter.  I am grateful for that.  Otherwise, how could they bear their grief. I pray in the days ahead, that he will continue to “blanket” them.