Good news; Bad News

The good news is I can now legally talk to my husband once again. We no longer have to be fearful that just one conversation, one e-mail, or one sighting can have him arrested! This also means that if we want we can live together once again. These last few months have been difficult to say the least. Yes, I love being around my family but I also miss having my husband around. At night is when I miss him the most, his covering me up and holding me. It's also nice to have help at night when the kids decide that they are going to wake up every few hours.

The bad news is the trial got pushed back. What this means is that our life is still on hold and that really, really sucks. A new trial date hasn't been set and won't be until Jan 30th. Don't they know what they are doing to us? I mean I understand that a man who has been in jail for the last 2 years should come first, but don't you think when scheduling these trials you would have a calendar of events? The good news was I spoke with Tupak today who confirmed everything for me, so there will be no if ands or buts about it.

So the question becomes.....Now What?

"You are never lost when you can see the Temple"

"You are never lost when you can see the Temple", has become one of my favorite quotes from this years conference talks. It was from the talk " Sacred Homes, Sacred Temples" by Elder Gary E. Stevenson, Of the Seventy.

" I remember a warm, sunny afternoon when spring was trying to nudge its way through a long winter in Cache Valley, Utah. My father, whose Saturdays were always filled with chores for his grandsons, stopped by our home with an offer to “go for a ride.” Always happy to ride in Grandpa’s truck, our four- and six-year-old sons scurried into the back jump seat, and I joined my father in the front. Our drive took us through the streets of downtown Logan, which wrap around the Logan Temple, prominently situated on a hill, centered beautifully in the city. As we moved further away from the city, we turned from paved, busy streets to seldom-used dirt roads, where we crossed old bridges and weaved through trees far into the country. We were far from any other traffic and all alone.

Realizing his grandsons were in a place they had not been before, my father stopped the truck. “Do you think we are lost?” he asked the wide-eyed boys as they gazed out the windshield across the valley. Followed by a moment of silent assessment came the profound reply of a young child. “Look,” he said, pointing his finger, “Grandpa, you are never lost when you can see the temple.” Our eyes turned, focusing with his, seeing the sun glistening off the spires of the Logan Temple, far across the valley."

Living in a town that has a temple is truly a blessing. You can go anywhere in Logan and see the Temple on the hill. The Temple is a daily reminder of the goals that I have set. To be sealed to my husband and family, and to do temple work for my family. There are days when I get down and depressed and I miss my family in Ohio and I wonder why I am here, but then I see that beautiful piece of art and I know that the Lord has sent us here. The reasons, I know not. I do know that Vincent and I have been blessed since moving here.