Well, the weekend conference went fairly well, although extremely busy! But I survived, with the help of several of my friends. We did get to spend some "quality time" folding (and throwing!) sheets in the Laundry Room. Monday and Tuesday I was totally wiped out, but I'm starting to recover now. Or at least, I would be if I would quit staying up until all hours of the night. ;) 

Today I found out (once again) that two-year-olds can be challenging. One of the kids I had at AWANA tonight decided he did not want his mom out of his sight. For about ten minutes he cried because she was gone. Then I was able to distract him with bubbles. An interesting thought occurred to me... I'm a lot like that two-year-old! If something (or someone) is "taken away" from me, I tend to complain until I'm distracted by something else. Which led me to wonder... wouldn't life be better if every time I got frustrated by something I focused instead on helping someone else? It would serve two purposes: getting my focus off of me, and allowing me to share the joy of the Lord with others. Which then leads to the problem that in order to share my Savior's joy, I have to have it! That stresses the importance of my quiet time in the mornings - it's my time to dip into the well of my Lord's grace and strength and joy. 

Well, that bounced around from thing to thing, but that is just how my brain works. ;) Another Mt. Nebo picture for you! 

This is my dad, oldest niece, and oldest nephew standing at the edge of a forty or fifty foot drop. This almost made me nervous for the kiddos, but I knew Dad was keeping an eye on them... thankfully!!