So ... I had some stresses last week. There was the "lost checks" debacle, which ... incidently ... is not resolved, but I have not given up hope. Then topping the list with sadness rather than stress, was news from my dear daughter who teaches me volumes about hope. In the midst of all of that there was the "big project" ... the kind of thing that makes you only hope for time to pass until it's over.
PDaddy and I had been asked to put together a game-show format for a church Youth Conference. I won't go into all the details, but it eventually involved a power point presentation with 45 multiple choice questions (We're talkin' Who Wants to Be a Millionaire ... or as we preferred to call it ... Who Wants to Be a Millenial Heir.) PDaddy did all of the difficult technical configuring and I helped come up with questions and did the data input. Oh ... and I got to be Meredeth Viera.
As the week progressed, I just kept thinking about how great it would be "when it was over." Even when I woke up on Saturday morning and everything was completely ready, I had the thought, "In six hours this will be done." The interesting thing was that once we were actually playing this game, I never thought of it once.
Why?
Because we were having a fabulous time, that's why!! The kids were smart and paid attention. They earnestly wanted to get the questions right and often cheered for people on opposing teams. When it was over my first thought was "Why was I so anxious to have this over?"
And then last night we received the news that our dear prophet and President of the Church had passed away. President Gordon B. Hinckley was 97 years old. He lost his precious wife and faced serious health issues and yet continued to travel the globe and direct the church until the very end. He could have wished it over, but instead just wished it ... right.
I guess I am just very grateful that I had the chance to learn so many invaluable life lessons at once. Since this nasty habit has been a long time in the making, it will take some work to overcome.
But ... there is always hope.
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