Come, See the Miracle

My first year teaching 5th grade is wrapping up, and boy, I am hanging on by my fingernails (as are all the students)!  The weather is so nice, and the kids just want to move and play outside.  Who can blame them? It means that it is a perfect time for an outside field trip! Yesterday was the day.  We bused the entire 5th grade up to beautiful Snow Basin to enjoy a day of hiking, games, and lunch on the lawn.  It was PERFECT weather for our trip.  Sunny but not too hot, shady for most of the hike without being too cold, and really fun to interact with my students in a less formal setting. Our majestic view of the mountains, and a beaver-made pond in the foreground.  It was really cool to see the trees that the beavers had cut down! After the hike, we settled down for lunch, and the kids started pulling out games to play on the grass. Everything was picture perfect, until we heard one of the kids screaming, and running towards the adults, specifically to his mom, who was one of

We're a few weeks into the Come, Follow Me curriculum that the Church as moved to.  We have studied a couple of lessons as a family, and I have taught one of the lessons in Gospel Doctrine.  So far so good, and I have had some really wonderful insights.  But I've really been struck in the last week about the ability the Lord has to guide us and teach us in such individual ways, if we will listen. I wish I could articulately describe the learning process for me over the last few days, but try to explain it would leave me rambling.  I guess the best way to succinctly say it is that I started in one place and ended in someplace totally unexpected. After accepting and completing President Nelson's challenge to read the Book of Mormon by the end of 2018, I thought I would let the Book of Mormon be less of a focus for me this year, and spend the bulk of my study time in the New Testament.  But after a few days without regularly feasting on the Book of Mormon, I quickly change