Easter Talk And A Hard Tuesday

I was assigned to give my "farewell" talk on Easter Sunday.  I prayed hard that I would be able to give a good talk that could reach each person in the congregation in some way.  The musical numbers that were before me invited the Spirit into the room, and I felt like the people that were there were more open to the whisperings of the Holy Ghost because of the music.

The talk went well.  I finished feeling like the things I had said had all come out the right way, and that the message was important and contributed to the meaning of Easter.  I was so grateful to the friends and family that were able to come.  I felt so loved and supported.  There were people there who I hadn't thought would be there, and it just added to the joy I felt throughout the rest of the day.

The weather was a miracle.  It was sunny, and warm accompanied by a sunburn.  The world was green, and there were lots of smiles all around.

Thanks to some of the Relief Society sisters who provided the food, and helped us set up our house to accommodate more people then would have been able to fit otherwise.  We could not have possibly done it without them.

I was able to visit with some of the most important people in my life, which was a huge blessing.  It was great to see old roommates, best friend families, and have a chance to share the day with people that I love.  I was able to meet new people, get to know some old friends better, and at the end of the day I felt exhausted, but entirely fulfilled. :)

We had so many leftovers that we had a family picnic in the house Monday.  It was all soggy, and rainy, and cold outside so Andrew made a house proof Easter Egg hunt, and we let the kids loose for a couple of hours while we visited with the Aunts and Uncles, and Grandparents.

The hard Tuesday wasn't always hard.  I woke up and started laundering and packing all of the things I have to have ready for next week.  I got thank-you cards written, phone calls made, and changed out of my pajamas for once.  It was actually really great!

The hard thing came when I got a phone call from the manager from the apartment complex I lived at last semester.  She said that the girl who she had lined up to buy my housing contract backed out, and signed with someone else.  That leaves me with one week to either sell the contract at a incentive reduced price, or figure out how to pay for it.  One week is not a long time to be able to do that.

It is overwhelming to have something so big go so wrong with such short notice.  I think I will probably have to pay for it.  That is three months of my mission unaccounted for which is hard for me to move forward with.

I am learning that it is easy to trust the Lord when you know that things will fall into place, and be taken care of, but it is not as easy when you are launching yourself into the unknown at full speed and know what you are running for, but not quite where the finish line is.
(that is my wise analogy for the day)
I know that somehow things will fall into place.  I know that I am running for the Lord and His team, I just have a little anxiety because I don't know where or when things will fall into order.  My God is a third watch God, but I hardly ever know when that is.

I just have to keep telling myself that He will take care of it.  That He already has this all planned out, and that if I am on His errand, He will provide.

I hope that that girl who has unknowingly taught me such a hard lesson has a really great semester wherever she ended up living.  I hope that she has great roommates who become lifelong friends, or that she finds a husband in her singles ward or something.  Then I can justify not being upset with her.