Yesterday was a beautiful sabbath and I was so blessed to attend church.  Sometimes I wonder why and how it is that so many count themselves "spiritual" but not "religious".  I feel so grateful that I was raised in the church and that my ancestors recognized the truthfulness of the gospel and joined the church.  I have no idea why I was allowed to come to the home I did, but I am sooooo grateful!  From my earliest recollections I have known the truth for myself.  When I was a teen I remember sitting in my room, on my bed, looking in a mirror and asking, "who am I?" and tossing the mirror aside and answering myself with, "this is stupid!  I am a child of God!"  

Today I went to the church and practiced the organ, got Moroni's birthday box ready, did a little shopping, and Rich and I went to our family home evening group. Again, what a blessing to have such great friends.

Also - today we were surprised with the glorious news that the kids are planning a family reunion in March!  At Kitty Hawk!  How cool is that?  I have no idea what all they plan but I'm so touched by their efforts to put this together at such great sacrifice to each of them!  How blessed am I?