Snippets on a Monday

Here are a few of the snippets rattling around in my head. None large enough to a be a full post, but together? They totally count as one.

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In Portland over the weekend, we went to the Institute Building where my dad works. I was browsing through his office and found some pretty remarkable things. I read a letter written by my dad’s dad–which was totally weird because I’d never seen his writing. He died when he was 47, and barely had contact with my dad after my grandma divorced him when my dad was three. It was surreal to read his words in his own handwriting. He actually had a decent writing style and good grammar.

Then I encountered this photo and had to laugh:

Wasn’t I adorable?

Baseball? CHECK. Baseball cap? CHECK. 
Totally nailed it, mom and dad. 

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I had a cold over the weekend.

Not sure if you quite understood the impact of that statement, because it sounds all tranquil and not-a-big-deal-ly. But this cold was handmade by Satan. It was specifically crafted to make a person totally miserable. If you get it this season I have three words for you: I love you.

You might not understand now, but when you’re whimpering and hacking in the night, unable to sleep hour after hour after hour and feeling like Death has gripped your innards, you’ll remember this post and those words will bring you comfort.

You’re welcome.

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Yesterday was pretty amazing. We were invited to do a fireside in Boring, Oregon. (That’s right. There is a city, and it is called Boring.) The fireside was for the leadership of the Gresham stake, and we were panelists, and there was a whole chapel filled with stake leaders, listening to us talk about homosexuality. This is the fourth fireside we’ve done like this, and it kind of amazes me how wonderful these events are. People want to understand. They really do. At the end of this one, the Stake President pulled us aside and said “You guys did such a great job. You had them eating out of your hands. I mean, I was expecting people to walk out of this thing. This is redneck country!” Funny.

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All right, I’m trying to think of more stuff but I keep falling asleep, so I think that’s a subtle sign that it’s time for me to put my laptop down and let my body recover from the Satan cold.

Good night, Weeders.

23 Comments

  1. I find your blogs really inspirational…you're so upbeat and normal, it's so lovely to read snippets about your life and to see how you have faced down many adversities and have such a wonderful life. Keep them coming! 🙂

  2. My husband and I had that same cold last week. That, coupled with getting up at 5AM to teach Seminary every morning had us reeling by Saturday. I feel your pain Weed, I feel your pain!

  3. Oh I can one-up you on the cold front! Last week I had a nasty cold, and I'm pregnant! So no nice cold drugs for me. Just hour after hour of misery with no hope of Nyquil to ease my suffering.

  4. AuntSue
    Love Boring, they grow great strawberries there! Your firesides are so important, so glad you are able to reach out and soften attitudes. Love to you and your family.

  5. Nick and I had a cold like that a few months ago, where the symptoms didn't sound to bad when described, but we both felt completely, pathetically miserable. Nick missed three days of work TO A COLD.

    Also, I wish we would have a fireside like that here in our stake. It's just something that needs to be talked about and understood.

  6. I really liked your simple statement "People want to understand." As funny as it is to read your blog, the main reason I read it is just that: I want to understand, so that I can be a more Christian Christian. Thanks for writing.

  7. Hey Josh, Funny story my last name is Weed too so maybe we're related? I'm not sure how common of a last name it is but hey pretty cool! I love your blog and I think you and your cute family is awesome! Thanks for all your posts. 🙂

  8. If I may say so, I think each of these three items would have been fine as a separate post. I guess I don't see that a post has to have a minimum length before it is worth posting. So go for it, and don't put so much pressure on yourself to make perfect posts.

  9. If I may say so, I think each of these three items would have been fine as a separate post. I guess I don't see that a post has to have a minimum length before it is worth posting. So go for it, and don't put so much pressure on yourself to make perfect posts.

  10. If I may say so, I think each of these three items would have been fine as a separate post. I guess I don't see that a post has to have a minimum length before it is worth posting. So go for it, and don't put so much pressure on yourself to make perfect posts.

  11. I had to laugh! I served my mission there! There was a cute little shop that sold Christmas stuff and all sorts of 'Boring Oregon" labeled stuff. It was great. Gresham was my first area, and we lived there for about a week and then they moved Elders in and we got shifted to Sandy and Estacada. I would never have thought Gresham was redneck, but go figure. lol You guys are awesome. 😉

  12. That's the stake I grew up in!!! That makes me so happy you did a fireside there. I'm kinda bummed neither of my parents have stake callings so I could have snuck in with them, or at least gotten the inside scoop later!

  13. I grew up in that Stake too! I also took an institute class from your dad many moon ago. One of these days I'll have to stalk you during a Portland visit. (and I thought your dad retired from the institute last year? Just cleaning out his stuff?)

  14. I got hit with that sickness, too. Still trying to recover. You're right. It is from the hand of Satan himself. Fortunately, a loving God allowed medicine like Zyrotec to exist, so I've slept through the nights … and part of the days, too.

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