Magnification

For those of you who haven't heard, our ward is small enough that many people have multiple callings. Will and I teach sunday school to the 8-12 year old kiddos, get the 8-11 year old kids together for Cub Scout (plus the girls) a couple of times a month, and I am in charge of activities for the congregation as well. We have a great time with the kids and all of these callings have definitely brought blessings into our lives. I just wanted to jot down a couple of memories from the last week so that I don't forget them.

First, Saturday night I put on (and by I, I of course mean Will and I) a dinner and talent night for the congregation. I had been advertising for weeks and at a meeting a couple of weeks ago, mentioned that I was planning on 50-70 people. Our bishop quickly told me that I shouldn't plan on so many - 20-30 was probably the max that would attend and I would have way to much food, etc. otherwise. I chose to go with my gut (or possibly a prompting from on high?) and still planned for 70ish. We drove to the church at 4:30 Saturday afternoon in a torrential downpour (thank you hurricane Ida) and I had some moments of doubt. We got pretty drenched hauling 70 bread bowls and ~10 gallons of soup into the church but we made it. Thanks to some help from some friends, we had all the bread bowls hollowed out and started on time, with quite a few people there. People kept coming and we ended up with about 80 people there! I was glad I had planned for as many and the evening was, thanks to participation and help from so many people, a great success!

Next, tonight we took the kiddos (seven of them) bowling. It was an adventure from the beginning. Two of our kids live in a project. In order to get in, you have to show identification, car registration, etc. I've been there many times and even twice in the last couple of weeks but the very astute security guard tonight was the first to notice that the registration paper I had been handing them expired in April. Mr. Astute promptly refused to let me enter and informed me that I would have to park my car and walk to pick up the kids. I called one of the moms and she met me at the parking lot but I couldn't reach the other mom. It was dark. They live at the very back of the community. I wasn't comfortable leaving the two kids I already had in the car (+ Liam) in the parking lot and really wasn't feeling great about walking, alone or with them. I tried to talk the security guard into helping me but he was having none of it and said that if I wanted someone to walk with me I'd have to call the police. Although it was a flippant suggestion, I took him up on it. Not long after I called 911, the manager of the project came out and told the security guard to just let me through, no big deal. It was a lot of drama to pick up kids to go bowling! Bowling was crazy - the kids were really hyper and on the verge of out of control. At one point, the person running the bowling alley asked me if they were all ours. I think the look on my face answered him, but really?? The only kid that possibly could have looked like ours was Liam and there were seven kids between the ages of 9 and 12. Hmmm.