Sunday, September 21, 2008

According to an 80 year old lady I am either a laurel or a returned missionary


Last night I went to the Mormon Tabernacle choir concert at Temple Square with Shauna Seely, Katie Barrus, and Marcee Minster, my old MTC buddies and mission companions. So being the silly girls we are, it was fun to reunite, gossip about mission peeps (did I say gossip, oh I meant we talked about them), analyze our love lives, catch up with our employment/graduation plans, and you know, reminisce about old times. Being around those girls made me feel like I was in young womens as I reverted back to some of my old spastic ways. We had about a half hour till the concert started and an old lady behind us asked Marcee whether we were laurels or returned missionaries. I guess she was talking to her friend for about fifteen minutes and they couldn't figure out if we were 16 or 24...that just goes to show how mature or immature we acted! Ha! So they finally asked one of us, and we told them that we were all in the MTC together. Luckily, they believed us.

I must add that the MoTab concert was amazing. The name of the concert was "American Songbook." They sang songs like "Some Enchanted Evening," "The Impossible Dream," "Come, Come Ye Saints," "America The Beautiful," etc...it was a random concoction of music but so powerful. Although all the songs were beautiful, I felt the spirit the strongest during "Come Come Ye Saints." How many times have I listened to this song, seriously? But, it always puts things into perspective as I realize that I am not traveling across the plains right now, bearing children and stranded in blizzards. Ultimately all is well and all will be well as long as I continue to put my trust in the Lord and do His will. I am really good at these pep talks.

Bottom Line: The concert was a blast and it was spiritually uplifting. So what if my age was questioned? Bring on the immaturity! I only have so many years left that I can get away with it.

1 comment:

Joanna said...

This brings back memories of our boy-obsessed Young Women years. One day you're going to make the best Laurel teacher!