feeear not, though the enemy deride, cooooourage, for the lord is on thy side.

i wore my sundress with a red shirt today.  when i was little and we lived in terrace, i befriended a lady who lived across the street.  i was always befriending adults because, hello i'm a middle child--i craved attention.  i think her name might have been lola.  they had a huge boat in their driveway that her husband was always working on.  once lola promised to buy me a sundress but for some reason she never did.  i have been longing for a sundress ever since.  now i long no longer.

it was the harker's last sunday with us.  i'll miss them.  i'll miss tami and her enthusiasticness (yes i know the right word is enthusiasm, but enthusiasticness seems to fit better).  i'll miss brother harker and his giant sweet tarts.  i'll miss david--he's sweet and earnest.  i'll miss paul and his incorigable, boyish, lovability.  i'll miss daniel, so sweet and so happy to ever be picked.  i'll miss shaelyn (sp), such an individual, so crazy with her hair.  happy trails harkers.  here's to your year of adventure.

i had to do a short bit on the salt lake temple for yumi's sharing time and i totally forgot about it until one of the talks on the pioneers in sacrament meeting.  so i had to wing it, but i think it went alright.  at least we had ancestors who helped to build it that i could draw on.  and, i told the kids, my mom and dad were married there and the day before i went on my mission, my mom and i went there together.

and after doing this with the jr. primary i was thinking about temples and how amazingly beautiful they are and how the people who have built them put so much dedication, craftsmanship and excellence into them not to mention sacrifice.  and i was thinking that one thing that makes them so holy to us is that whole hearts and souls go into creating them because it is god's house and we want to give him a good gift.  give him our devotion and all our love and put it into the work of our hands.  and that god then blesses us back by consecrating our offering with his presence in that house and that we can go there to meet him and feel him near and be  endowed with power and to have a refuge from the storm etc.

and i want to be more like that--put all my love and devotion for god into the work of my hands and heart.  to give him a good gift because i love him.

after church i came home and ate a quarter of my watermelon and curled up on the lazy boy and listened to the rest of the talk that i started listening to while i was getting ready for church.  i'm still recovering or something because exhaustion keeps flowing over me like a rip tide and carrying me out to the sea of unconsciousness.  i didnt' sleep long because brother roeder came to home teach me.  but after he left it wasn't long before i fell asleep again in the middle of something i was doing.  when i woke up i continued editing photos. around 5 or 6 i gradually became aware that i was ravenously hungry.  after all, i had only eaten a quarter of a watermelon all day.  it's funny that i didn't notice my hunger before because once i did, i was overcome by it, felt weak and shaky and everything.  i made some tortellini and ate some yogurt while i waited.  welch's grape freezies for dessert.

saturday morning i awoke at 7am on heather's couch cushions on her living room floor.  there was banging and i wasn't sure if it was heather or not.  if it was heather then i should get up. it wasn't her, but by the time i knew that i was awake.

i lay in bed for a while, just slowly waking up and then i read in ether.  and wrote a blog post about heather's sneeze.  at 8:30 heather got up.  we had a lazy morning.  she had a shower and then went out to buy a towel so i could have a shower and i made us buckwheat pancakes and talked to karey on the phone.  karey incredibly rebuked me for eating an apple while talking to her.  this from the person who always eats snacks while talking to me.  the gall.  the nerve.

we went out and did some errands that were needful, like finding the greyhound station, getting h some plate/bowl/mug set from london drugs and the very painful errand of purchasing a bed.  the brick has heavenly memory foam pillows on their beds.  i want one.  but i don't want to pay a hundred bucks for them.

when we got back the missionaries came over.  they're all gung ho for new people.  squamish has a very small branch.  one of the elders is in the branch presidency.  h thought one of them was slow at first because he talked slow.  i find this funny.  h has to shed her torontonian pace and get with small town bc.

after the elders left we went to fat burger.  h once again suggested wendy's but i put my foot down.  i wanted to try fat burger.  h choked on her own spit when she saw how much my meal came to.  ok, it was expensive for a burger.  "i'm never coming here again." vowed h.  good burger though.  as we ate our burgers we reflected on how many burgers we've had lately and made a pact to not eat another burger for a whole month.

then we waddled up to shannon  falls, which seem way more spectacular to me than the time i went there with barb and karey.  what is also spectacular is the chief and i cannot wait to climb it.

we meandered around the falls and  talked and then i took heather home and set off for home myself.  on the way up one of the many steep hills that lead to heather's house we passed some girls sitting at a table on the side of the road.  "fweeeeeezies for sale!  fweeeeeezies for sale!" so cute.  on the way back down the hill i stopped and bought a red one even though i was not hungry and even though it cost a dollar.  kids with stands in the summer need to be supported.

the drive back home was lovely.  i sang. at one point i sang the same verse and chorus of let us all press on 5 or 6 times, which i enjoyed.  it only took me 45 mintues to get to the lions gate but it took forever to get over it and through down town.  in fact 45 minutes more to get home.

i wish to now fulfill my need for sleep.  i believe in making wishes reality.