Another gorgeous Sunday.

This evening, as the sun set behind the quaking aspens, it illuminated them like a cloud of spinning jade coins, I was pushing both my sons on the swings. It was a timeless moment.

In church, both my kids have trouble paying attention. Can’t say as I blame them. Like their parents, their minds are going 100 miles an hour. I can only stand it if I’m taking notes or fiddling with something or reading a book while half-listening. It’s like a typical class or whatever only takes half my brain. So, I empathize.

Flashback to morning: I bolted upright from my couch to realize that I hadn’t visited my home-teaching families for more than a month! I went to see both of them this afternoon. I just love home-teaching. In fact, I like anything to do with coming into contact with other humans.

I came across this quote today, which I had heard before, but it sounded a bell in my soul as it did many years ago:

On my mission in Chile I found this to be very, very true. If I may ramble for a moment? I often wonder if my progress in this life is blocked by the slums of my own soul. Maybe I’ve gotten as far as I’m going to get unless I ratchet it up. Leprosy of the heart. I am still puzzling this out.

Griffin was stung by a hornet today. His comment afterwards: “I hate bugs”. Isn’t learning fun? My heart just went out to him. I remember getting stung by a hornet when I was a young lad.

I had a dream about Griffin last night: that I was in a clean and white sea-side city. I had become separated from my family in the crowd, but then I found Griffin, standing expectantly at the top of a flight of stairs. It was a feeling of sublime relief and elation to take him in my arms again.