Not my house, God's house.
I feel so grateful to be a part of Heavenly Father's true church and equally as grateful that he has organized it so perfectly through his talented and competent sons and daughters.
Last Sunday, we said good-bye to our dear friends and great neighbors as they headed to their new home in Arizona.
I feel so grateful to be a part of Heavenly Father's true church and equally as grateful that he has organized it so perfectly through his talented and competent sons and daughters.
Last Sunday, we said good-bye to our dear friends and great neighbors as they headed to their new home in Arizona.
Confident in the members of the church, we had told them we wanted to do whatever we could to help the gargantuan task of moving a little lighter.
The previous Thursday I had made a few phone calls and on Friday, there was a crew of brethren to help our neighbors load their moving truck. It was loaded in a little over an hour.
James went here, lds.org/find a meetinghouse, to find out who the Bishop is of the area where they were moving. We called him and left a message. He returned the phone call. I told him how much we loved this couple and hoped that he could help them feel welcome on the other end. He told me they would take good care of them.
The next morning, I received a phone call from a sister in the ward who had been given the information about our neighbors moving in. I told her how much we loved this couple and she said she would see what she could do to help.
Today there was a message on our answering machine from our neighbor. He said there was a crew of brethren there this morning to unload. They were done in about an hour. Tonight some sisters are bringing them dinner.
How I love being a part of this church and they way it takes care of God's children---all over the world!
The previous Thursday I had made a few phone calls and on Friday, there was a crew of brethren to help our neighbors load their moving truck. It was loaded in a little over an hour.
James went here, lds.org/find a meetinghouse, to find out who the Bishop is of the area where they were moving. We called him and left a message. He returned the phone call. I told him how much we loved this couple and hoped that he could help them feel welcome on the other end. He told me they would take good care of them.
The next morning, I received a phone call from a sister in the ward who had been given the information about our neighbors moving in. I told her how much we loved this couple and she said she would see what she could do to help.
Today there was a message on our answering machine from our neighbor. He said there was a crew of brethren there this morning to unload. They were done in about an hour. Tonight some sisters are bringing them dinner.
How I love being a part of this church and they way it takes care of God's children---all over the world!
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