This week I:
- Ordered flowers
- Looked up addresses
- Converted another armadillo load of employees from one kind of temp worker to another. This time it required some investigation as half the fields I needed were not on the spreadsheet.
- Attended a writers Christmas party where we exchanged books and I got to cuddle the most adorable little 2 month-old baby. We're pals now. He just doesn't know it.
- Attended a few minutes of the missionary Christmas party (it started as it was time for me to leave) and ate a lot of treats.
- Trained a 5th person to do the mail. Five. Ridiculous.
- Went to the 28th floor to deliver mail. They just recently turned this into office space. It has a bit of a Hogwarts aspect to it. If you don't want to climb 58 flights of stairs you have to take the high speed elevator (skips 2-13) up to 26, go around a few corners, and take the hidden mini elevator up the last two floors.
- Made lots of agenda updates.
- Scheduled some meetings.
- Got people lots of strange building accesses. (The access, not the buildings).
- Explained that something was a finance problem, not a HR problem.
- Submitted another Education Reimbursement.
- Did about 3 minutes of transcription work.
- Requested guest parking.
- Calendared all the different director's vacations so we don't schedule meetings then.
- Terminated employees. Mwhahaha. No, actually I just do the paperwork when they resign, but termination makes it sound much worse.
- Attended Ryan's choir concert.
- Attended Carter's band concert.
- Visited Sally, my friend and former flute teacher. She was a bit disappointed though, to find out that since I'm on a mission she couldn't set me up with her nephew...
- Found 10 minutes to practice my flute. Probably should invest in a little more since Mom signed me up to play for the Relief Society...
And now, our weekly segment on Primary Stories:
For our ward Christmas party last week we had a luau, complete with pit-roasted pig. I thought this was cool even if I wasn't interested in eating it. And then I saw Suzie with her face buried in her mothers stomach. I'd forgotten that pigs were one of her favorite animals, and she was quite upset at its fate. Now I would like to say that I said something nice and comforting, but of course what came out of my mouth was, "Well, at least it isn't a whale." Which, whales being her favorite animal, is not one of the most comforting thing I could have said. Good one, Sister Ward.
On Sunday I taught a lesson on the resurrection. While they were particularly squirmy this week, it was actually a very good lesson as they had lots of questions. To review, we watched some scenes from the bible videos, beginning when Christ was already on the cross. It was sweet to see how concerned they were for Jesus. Despite their wiggles, the Spirit was there.
At the beginning of this same lesson, Jimmy told me (out of the blue) "Don't say the word 'blood,' it makes me sick." Every little head in the room turned to him in disbelief. "No it doesn't!" the other kids exclaimed. "All you do is tell gross stories full of blood!" I had to smother a laugh. It's true, most of his stories involve blood. Anyone who can spend five minutes describing the changing colors of his cold sore is not in any danger of losing their breakfast over the word "blood." He's just the ultimate drama king. Kid's brains are so funny.
I also had a neat experience while reading my scriptures last week that I forgot to record. I was struggling with not being a proselyting missionary again. I love my mission, and I do feel like the work I do is important. However, it is hard sometimes when I see proselyting missionaries and read talks about bringing souls unto Christ. When I originally put in my papers, I thought I would have that chance to testify of Christ and share the joy of the gospel directly. So last week I was reading my scriptures and praying that I would find understanding or satisfaction with the work I do instead. I was reading in Mosiah, I think, when I came across the scripture that says "how beautiful upon the mount are the feet of him who publisheth peace." I just had this immediate sense that the Lord was aware of me personally and valued the work I do. After all, what more perfect scripture for a missionary working in Church Publishing Services to stumble across than one about publishing the Lord's peace?
I am so grateful for the Gospel and my Savior. I know the Church is true and that our Heavenly Father loves us. He's right there, you just have to look for him. I haven't always seen the Lord's hand in my life, but looking back, his fingerprints are all over the place. I am so glad that he has been there for me and guided me to where I need to be today.
Love,
Sister Ward
I also had a neat experience while reading my scriptures last week that I forgot to record. I was struggling with not being a proselyting missionary again. I love my mission, and I do feel like the work I do is important. However, it is hard sometimes when I see proselyting missionaries and read talks about bringing souls unto Christ. When I originally put in my papers, I thought I would have that chance to testify of Christ and share the joy of the gospel directly. So last week I was reading my scriptures and praying that I would find understanding or satisfaction with the work I do instead. I was reading in Mosiah, I think, when I came across the scripture that says "how beautiful upon the mount are the feet of him who publisheth peace." I just had this immediate sense that the Lord was aware of me personally and valued the work I do. After all, what more perfect scripture for a missionary working in Church Publishing Services to stumble across than one about publishing the Lord's peace?
I am so grateful for the Gospel and my Savior. I know the Church is true and that our Heavenly Father loves us. He's right there, you just have to look for him. I haven't always seen the Lord's hand in my life, but looking back, his fingerprints are all over the place. I am so glad that he has been there for me and guided me to where I need to be today.
Love,
Sister Ward
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