I am finally feeling almost normal. Almost. Still not perfectly healthy but definitely getting there. Our January is full of changes. Besides a very warm winter, we have lost our wonderful prophet, Thomas Monson. He has led the Church in love, with emphasis on the importance and joy of relationships. He was 90 when he passed away earlier this month. We will miss seeing his face and hearing his words, delivered in his own unique way. Changes are coming.
On Tuesday a special broadcast from Salt Lake will undoubtedly announce our new prophet. We anticipate that it will be Elder Nelson. He is a vibrant 93 years old!
While we are on the subject of changes, our ward has been realigned again. That is the third time since we moved here 5 years ago. Today was our first time meeting since the change. There seemed to be more people than we had before. Strange, isn't it? Usually ward changes create smaller units. We seem to have grown. Several people I especially love are gone now. Gone from the ward that is. A new ward has been formed in the stake. So, more re-shuffling. More change.
I am beginning to relax in my mothering of Seth and Angelica. A little bit. They are naturally good kids so it isn't hard to parent them. I think I tend to go overboard in my oversight of their device use. Working with pornography addiction for the past several years has made me painfully aware of its invasion into lives of device users, especially the young. It seems especially effective at seducing the young and vulnerable. Thus its tentacles are more and more specialized at reaching them. It alarms me.
Seth was asked by some of the kids from his Taiwanese school to send them a picture of him for some sort of recognition of him there. He had me take a series of pictures and settled on this one.
"Grandma, I'm trying not to look so skinny," he says. But he is skinny, in spite of all we do to feed him. Besides, what is wrong with skinny, I'd like to know. Most of us in the US would like a little more of that.
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