12/6 - Old Saint Nic... and the society.

 Here are the pictures with the jolly old fella I intended to post yesterday till they had to travel to the North Pole and back before I could get them… Given Jaynie’s bruised fat lip, George’s taking scissors to her hair in 4 different places (that I’ve discovered so far, true story) and kids that were all asleep in the car before we arrived on scene—they didn’t turn out too shabby.

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And in other Christmas news I went to the Relief Society dinner tonight. Matt practically begged me to go. I think he fears my activity level. Or maybe that I don’t have friends in the ward. But I do. I like the majority of the society, and the rest I tolerate fine. Maybe no besties yet, but it’s only been 4.5 years.

Alright, I confess. I’ve made very little effort in this ward to make friends or to be a friend or even be social at all. And I think my attitude suffers for it. But (as much as I hate to admit it) Matt was right, when I do go to “functions” I usually have a nice time.

And tonight I had a nice time, lovely even. And lovely is a lovely word that the Brits would say all the time when I lived there. hmmmm.  My heart enjoyed the humor. I love good humor. My body enjoyed the food. Mostly the dessert because I had already eaten before I committed to going. And the message was good for my soul. Another thing I don’t like to admit, but right now I think I could use some repair. I suppose that’s what this whole Jesus thing is about, though. Despite the holes in my faith, I’m very grateful for that Babe in Bethlehem.   And for those who fear that I admit I’ve got some missing pieces, don’t worry, He’s working with me. Together I think we’ve got this. Precept upon precept. Line upon line. Here a little, there a little. 

Until the perfect day.  See Moroni 7:48. It's my favorite.