Oquirrh, Utah
130th operating temple
Dedicated: 21-23 Aug 2009
By: Thomas S. Monson
Jesus Christ, Trials of
Matthew 27:2
And when they had bound him, they led him away, and delivered him to Pontius Pilate the governor.
Book of Mormon
Alma 5:53-6:8
Come Follow Me
Matt 25:14-30 Heavenly Father expects me to use HIs gifts wisely
Jesus' Name
Son of Man
Word
Treasureth
Phrase
And whoso treasureth up my word shall not be deceived.
Affirmation
I am using the transformative power of treasuring the Word of God in my life. I am filled with gratitude for the divine guidance and wisdom that flow from the scriptures. As I immerse myself in the scriptures, I cultivate a deep connection with my Heavenly Father, gaining insights that uplift and provide safety to my soul.
AprGenCon
"Remember What Matters Most"
President M. Russell Ballard
Acting President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
When my wife Barbara passed away, our children put on her headstone several lessons that Barbara wanted them to remember. One of those lessons is "what matters most is what lasts longest."
James left at four this morning for the valley. He is working on the 51st Avenue job. I guess Armando wasn't through sanding the drywall and he had to breath that dust most of the day. He tried to make it home in time to go and help clean the temple.
He left early and was making good time when just outside of Payson traffic was backed up. He forgot it is a holiday weekend and half of the valley is heading for the mountains.
We were to be at the temple by 8 p.m. He called me in Show Low and said he wasn't going to make it. I did not want to go by myself, driving at night, so I texted Brother Miller and told him we would not make it and explained to him what happened to James. He said it was okay. I didn't know at the time but the Miller's, our temple cleaning co-ordinators, didn't make it either. Something was wrong with Cress and they spent the evening in the hospital.
I had a good day. I read my scriptures, blogged, worked on my puzzle and walked. This afternoon I did some errands. I am making a birthday cake for Janna Grombach tomorrow and I needed to go to Walmart to get some cream cheese and buttermilk.
My first stop was at the post office where I picked up a package which had James's new Stanley tumbler in it and a potassium supplement that I ordered. Everything was fine on my way into town as I listened to my book, "Petticoat Spy" until I got to the hill by the Taco Bell. Just like James said happened to him, traffic just abruptly stopped. It took forever to go a mile. Mind you, that mile has three lights. As I was approaching the last light, the one between the hospital and Walmart, I decided to take a short cut. I was going to Circle K which is across the highway from Walmart. I turned into the Walgreen's parking lot and cut across to the Circle K. I probably saved myself five minutes. I saw the reason for the traffic holdup. There had been an accident in front of Walmart and they were just cleaning it up and had one lane blocked. They finished while I was getting gas. Before I purchased a carwash I looked over and saw that the carwash had a rope pulled across the entrance with a big closed sign on it. Darn! I will have to go to the Splash and Dash on the way home.
Walmart was busy but not the busiest I've ever seen it. The first thing I put in my basket was a bag of cherries. I know that James will love them. I got two boxes of frozen shrimp, butterfly shrimp for James and coconut shrimp for me. As I was going down the aisle to get some Coolwhip I happened to pass by the ice cream and noticed that Bluebell had pint-sized cartons of Dr. Pepper Float ice cream. I had to try one so I put one in my basket.
When I was finished in the grocery section of the store I headed over to get a new broom. I want a broom and dustpan in my entryway closet to use on the wood floor that gets so dusty. I only notice the dust in the afternoon when the sun is shining through the front door and side windows.
The last thing I bought was cards, one for Barbara and Terry's wedding, Emmy's birthday, Pam's birthday, and Janna's birthday. When I went to checkout I noticed a cashier with no line. I hurried over and began placing my items on the counter. No self-checkout today!
As I left the parking lot I had my pint of ice cream in my lap. I am out of the plastic spoons I normally have in my glove compartment. Oh well, I will use the metal straw from my tumbler. The ice cream was good but I'm not sure if was worth the calories and if I will buy it again. I needed to try it once.
There were two or three cars ahead of me at the Splash and Dash. I finished up my ice cream and listened to my book, "Petticoat Spy", which I love by the way. ( I looked through my "Books I Have Read"
and realized I read this book back in 2017. It doesn't matter because I don't remember the details, although I did think it sounded a little familiar). I bought the more expensive package and spent $12. Everything was fine until it was time to move forward for the drying. I couldn't get my car out of park. I panicked and tried several times but it wouldn't move. I was afraid something was wrong with my transmission. I got out of the car and went to the woman behind me and told her I couldn't get my car to move. She was very kind and understanding. I went to get a worker to see if they could help. Brother Skousen, from our high council was the worker I spoke to. His Brother Christ is in our ward so I know he is a good guy. As we walk over he says if you can't get it out of park, I can't push you. I sat down and tried again when Brother Skousen said to me, put your foot on the brake, which I did and the gear slid into drive. I was so panicky I didn't realize I wasn't stepping on the brake. I was embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Thank you Brother Skousen! I was on my way. Of course I missed getting my car dried.
James got home around 7:30. He was so sad about not living up to his commitment to clean the temple. We walked and listened to our book, "When Dreams May Come" which honestly, I am a little bored with, especially compared to "Petticoat Spy."
Friends of ours from Chandler and Stacy & Paul's
landlords
Darlene & Bob Noel
Brother Noel was my first priesthood advisor when I was called as the Primary President in the Chandler 2nd ward when Lynn Jones was the bishop. They moved to Provo and when one of our boys left to go to the MTC Darlene was the first one to greet us.
along with Elder Higginson.
