Love

David was responsible for conducting a sacrament meeting at the retirement home across the street from us this morning. I really think they have it figured out. Church is about thirty-five minutes, most of which is spent singing. The Sacrament is the key focus and the talks are short and sweet. I have been strengthened both times we have gone and felt the spirit as well. I was particularly impressed this morning by Lizzy, one of the adorable girls in my Sunday School class. She is such a put together person. She works at the retirement home a few times each week on top of everything else she has going on in her busy life. I was touched as I watched her help each elderly person who needed assistance and spread the light that she emanates constantly. It was tender to see such love and care expressed through such simple gestures as holding a little cup to the mouth of a frail woman or gently waking each who had fallen asleep so they could participate in such an important weekly moment. I posted a poem called, "I'd Rather See a Sermon" a few days ago, and today, as I sat in church, I did.