Yesterday I went to the BYU Women's Conference with my sisters, Melanie and Denise. We had a lot of fun!We were in the car at about 6:30 a.m. for the drive down to Provo, and didn't get home until about midnight. The drive home was a white-knuckle experience. Yes, it is spring-time in Utah. The weather has been lovely; our peach tree has blossomed. But yesterday it was cold—although sunny—all day. Then it started snowing just as we were getting onto the freeway to come back to Salt Lake. There was so much glare on the wet road that I couldn't see the white lines on the road and the snow coming at us looked like the stars do when the Enterprise takes off at warp speed. I don't like being the passenger in that kind of weather, but last night I was the driver. Relax, Loralee. Breathe.
those mountains were turning green a couple days ago
Anyway, the conference was great! We shopped around in the BYU Bookstore, and each of us got a free, signed print by Liz Lemon Swindle. And we took a couple of classes and heard from several great speakers.
The first class we went to was about being cheerful and optimistic in difficult circumstances; very good. And the second one was called "Have miracles ceased? Seeing the Hand of God in Our Lives" (or something like that). I thought that the first lady who spoke in that class would kill us—not a dry eye in the room. She and her husband had taken the youth of their ward on a water-skiing trip, and while her husband was up on the skis another boat came and crashed right into him. He was in a coma and the doctors didn't know if he would recover but said that if he did, he probably wouldn't remember his family—possibly not anything. A couple weeks after receiving a priesthood blessing he was able to see and recognize his wife, and after six weeks he was able to recognize his two little daughters. Like an infant, he had to learn to roll over, crawl, walk, feed himself and speak. But now (10 years later) he walks with a bit of a limp, is left-handed instead of right-handed, and has a slight speech impediment, but he is otherwise all healed.
That's my sadly cut-and-dry recap of a remarkably moving story. After she told their story, her husband stood up to bear his testimony and said, "My body may be disabled, but my spirit is not—and never will be!"
Then the next lady stood up and told us about her family and, particularly, some experiences of her little daughter who had cerebral palsy. I can't re-tell it as well as she told it in the first place, so here's a link to read part of the story she told us: http://www.our-beehive.com/Jesus,%20Listening,%20Can%20Hear.htm
It makes me feel small, when I hear of these people's problems and what they deal with and compare it to my own problems. But it also inspires me to do better; and I guess that's what counts.
At the end of the day we went to a concert featuring Hillary Weeks, who sang as well as em-ceed, and is hilariously funny; and Michael McLean, Dallin Vail Bayles (gorgeous voice!), and Alex Boye. It was amazing! So much fun!
And, of course, I got to hang out with my sisters all day long. It was a really good day!
The first class we went to was about being cheerful and optimistic in difficult circumstances; very good. And the second one was called "Have miracles ceased? Seeing the Hand of God in Our Lives" (or something like that). I thought that the first lady who spoke in that class would kill us—not a dry eye in the room. She and her husband had taken the youth of their ward on a water-skiing trip, and while her husband was up on the skis another boat came and crashed right into him. He was in a coma and the doctors didn't know if he would recover but said that if he did, he probably wouldn't remember his family—possibly not anything. A couple weeks after receiving a priesthood blessing he was able to see and recognize his wife, and after six weeks he was able to recognize his two little daughters. Like an infant, he had to learn to roll over, crawl, walk, feed himself and speak. But now (10 years later) he walks with a bit of a limp, is left-handed instead of right-handed, and has a slight speech impediment, but he is otherwise all healed.
That's my sadly cut-and-dry recap of a remarkably moving story. After she told their story, her husband stood up to bear his testimony and said, "My body may be disabled, but my spirit is not—and never will be!"
Then the next lady stood up and told us about her family and, particularly, some experiences of her little daughter who had cerebral palsy. I can't re-tell it as well as she told it in the first place, so here's a link to read part of the story she told us: http://www.our-beehive.com/Jesus,%20Listening,%20Can%20Hear.htm
It makes me feel small, when I hear of these people's problems and what they deal with and compare it to my own problems. But it also inspires me to do better; and I guess that's what counts.
At the end of the day we went to a concert featuring Hillary Weeks, who sang as well as em-ceed, and is hilariously funny; and Michael McLean, Dallin Vail Bayles (gorgeous voice!), and Alex Boye. It was amazing! So much fun!
And, of course, I got to hang out with my sisters all day long. It was a really good day!
4 comments:
that sounded like so much fun mommy!! i'm glad you had such a good time!
How nice!
I'm glad you were able to go and have fun! Sorry you had to drive home in such scary weather.
I thought those stories were interesting, and maybe a little bit sad. Any way, I can tell you had fun, mom!
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