Tender Mercies

Tues. night I ran my hands through my hair and I noticed it was beginning to fall out. Even though I had told myself it would be happening this week and that I could handle it, I was still a little upset over it. Honestly I'm not sure how anyone can be totally prepared for it. As I was beginning to feel sorry for myself the door bell rang. When I opened the door there stood 4 YM and their leader singing the most beautiful hymn, "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear." They sounded like angels as they reminded me of what was really important. They may think it was just an activity caroling to members of the ward but to me it was a tender mercy from my Heavely Father. I felt His love for me and was reminded again that I don't have to go through this alone. I know that my Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ are with me. It also reminded me that the birth and life of Christ is what is important. My hair will grow back and I will beat this cancer. The Lord will help me along the way. I just have to take the time to reconize those special moments and remember there are many people willing to help. As Jared handed me the plate of cookies I told him since he was one of mine, (I had taught him years ago in Primary) I needed a hug. That was all it took and I was being hugged by all 4 of the boys. I was very humbled as I came back into the house. After all loosing my hair is nothing compared to the humble surroundings Mary had as she gave birth to the Savior of the world. I am thankful for these YM for being willing to come and share that message with me through song.

Dad's new toy, AKA The Big Orange Beast

From Dad's new truck

As you all know, Dad's blue Toyota hit the dust about a month ago. Brandon found a truck he thought Dad would like on Craig's list so the two of them headed to Seattle to look at it. It didn't take long for Dad to realize it would be a good replacement for the old Toyota. (he still misses the Toyota though) About a week later he and Brandon headed to Seattle by ferry to pick up the truck. Dad has enjoyed having a truck again. Because there is a 4" lift it is kind of hard for me to climb in. One time I forgot about the lift as I was getting out, boy was that a surprise when the ground was farther down than I expected. I haven't done that since. When Dad first said he was going to get the truck I asked him who was more excited about it, him or Brandon? His reply was Brandon. Now that he's had it for a week I don't think that's the case. I hope this one brings him as much satisfaction and joy as his Toyota did.