Normal?

So the last few days we have been trying to get our schedules back to normal. Silly me, I thought jetlag was for the weak and faint of heart. Oh contrare! I put on a brave battle the first day, and then put up my little white flag the second. Deciding that laying around on the couch taking little naps wasn't so bad. It's amazing how a little thing like time can throw your body off. Poor Jared is still waking up at 1:00 a.m. crying that he can't sleep. Even better we have daylight savings next week. As I drove home from work the other night, I found myself thinking about our experiences in Israel and realized it was Fast Sunday this week. Usually I'll bear my testimony when the spirit gives me a nudge, but this night I decided ahead of time that it was something I wanted to do. This morning I had butterflys in my stomach, like I was getting ready to give a talk. I didn't want people to think that I was giving a travelmony (you know the kind where they go off about their trip) I just wanted to express the feelings I had while being in Israel. So just after the second counselor finishes and turns the time over to us, I think about getting up but decide to wait a minute. One of the older sisters in our ward proceeds to go up and begins to tell us about her trip to Mexico and how the Book of Mormon is true. I wouldn't chalk it up to necessarily being a travelmony, but suddenly I found myself rethinking what I wanted to say. After all did it really matter where I had been? I could still say the things I wanted to say without having to say where I had been. After she was done, I found myself making my way to the podium, some people knew about our trip, so I could almost hear them saying, oh now we get to hear Libby talk about her trip. But I kept it simple, because after all isn't that really what it all is, simple. We all have our opportunity, either we believe or we don't, we can complicate it quite a bit ourselves, or allow the spirit to teach, line upon line, precept upon precept. I gave each of the primary children their shell, their eyes lit up along with mine as I watched them look at their little treasures, one of them ran up and gave me hug, I love my calling! I attached this note: This seashell is very special, a gift to you from me, I picked it up off the shores of the Sea of Galilee. Where Jesus walked on water, and calmed the stormy sea. Where he said,"I will make you fishers of men" and healed those who would believe. Each time you look upon this shell I hope you will remember, to do the things you have been taught so you can live with Him forever.

It is our Bishops birthday tomorrow, so we made little hearts and had the kids go down to his door and "heart attack" it. It was fun to watch them giggle, hoping not to get caught. Wish me luck on sleeping tonight, I hope to be talking in complete sentences again by the end of the week.