The Baby Blanket

Last Sunday, we had a meeting at our Young Women President’s house to organize our YW camp of the year. After the meeting I started walking home along with one of the advisors. She works for a craft store and she is always doing wonderful projects. One of the nice things she does is to sew a baby blanket for the new born babies of our ward. She and I share the common misfortune of infertility so I think she is quite amazing and thoughtful to spend so much time sewing those baby blankets. Me I am just very good at buying the baby gift, not too much making one. Anyway, as we were walking, she said “I made one for you.” I was puzzled. What are we talking about? She then told me that she had made a baby blanket for me. Now, I am not pregnant and she knows that but she humbly smiled at me and said: “I know it will happen.” That was definitely the highlight of my entire year. It is such a touching thing for me to know that out of her busy life she did not only think and care about so many others but that she thought of me. We cried and hugged each other on the street with our hearts lifted up.

“I hope that we welcome and love all of God’s children, including those who might dress, look, speak, or just do things differently. It is not good to make others feel as though they are deficient. Let us lift those around us. Let us extend a welcoming hand. Let us bestow upon our brothers and sisters in the Church a special measure of humanity, compassion, and charity so that they feel, at long last, they have finally found home.”

Dieter F. Uchtdorf, ”You Are My Hands,” Ensign, May 2010, 68-69

Les miracles

Il y a quelques mois de cela, nous avons ressenti fortement que nous devions revenir en France. Au début, j’étais toute contente, ensuite plutôt paniquée et maintenant je suis finalement en paix et très sereine. Il y a eu plein de miracles qui se sont déjà passes et qui continuent de se déverser dans notre vie. J’ai un peu l’impression de partir en mission avec toutes les expériences spirituelles que nous avons sauf que ce serait une mission ou je n’ai pas besoin de porter de collant et je peux aller à la plage ! La belle vie quoi ! ;)

Je suis contente de revoir ma famille et de pouvoir aller dans un musée décent (bien sur quitter mon travail). Mais en même temps je suis trop triste de quitter mes jeunes filles et d’être loin du temple. J’ai encore plus de 900 ordonnances à faire pour mes ancêtres alors je sens la pression.

Scott est surtout inquiet qu’il ne va pas pouvoir manger mexicain tous les jours et louper les matchs de football américain ! C’est en effet un réel problème ! mais il est devaste de ne pas pouvoir apporter avec lui sa collection de livres!