The Weak Things Shall Be Made Strong

"Everything that is done in the Church--the leading, the teaching, the calling, the ordaining, the praying, the singing, the preparation of the sacrament, the counseling, and everything else--is done by ordinary members, the 'weak things of the world.'
"We see in the Christian churches their struggle to fill the need for clergy. We do not have that problem. Once the gospel is preached and the Church is organized, there is an inexhaustible supply of faithful brothers and sisters who have that testimony and are willing to answer the call to serve. They commit themselves to the work of the Lord and live the standards required of them."
-Boyd K. Packer, "The Weak and the Simple of the Church." Ensign, Nov. 2007, 6-7

Devotion and willingness to work is not a weak thing. A mortal is not strong enough to withstand the devil and his minions. But banded together within the church, serving and providing strength to each other, firm in the testimony that Christ lives, one cannot fail.

Donavan Frankenreiter and Bugs

We'll start with the bad news first. Bugs seem to be the curse of my life. I was in the park eating a lovely sandwich from Great Harvest. I decided to wait for awhile to finish eating, so I wrapped it up and set it on the ground. Enjoying the rest of the concert, I remembered my scrumptious sandwich. I picked it up, set the wrappings on my lap and picked up the sandwich. I noticed an ant on my hand as I lifted the sandwich to my mouth. I turned my hand over and realized it was COVERED in ants. I dropped the sandwich back into the wrapper and put it back on the group, shaking the ants from my fingers, hand and arm. I looked down, and noticed ants covering the bottom of my shirt. They found the sandwich so tasty, they wanted to invade my stomach and remove the rest. I leaped up, and pounded my shirt, knocking them to the ground (midst a laughing audience). Later, I was sitting innocently on a tree eating a Bob's Brainfreeze, and bee was trying to have a stare down with me. I took a wild swing, missed, but he flew away. Take that bugs.

Donavon Frankenreiter. Truthfully, in the past I haven't been such a fan of acoustic guitar. Jack Johnson started to grow on me when my sister bought an album of his. When I was invited to attend a concert by DF, and heard a bit of his music, I was instantly a fan. He's a bit more of the "rock" than Jack. His voice is like a whisper with a scratchy flair that is soothing yet foot tapping inspiring at the same time.

Good times. (as I was typing this blog, I found an ant on my shirt)

Analytics

There is a service provided by google called "Google Analytics" that tracks the visitors to one's website. Inserting a chunk of html will record what city the viewer is in, how long people stay on the site, which pages they see, etc. It also will show how they found your site, if they directly typed in the url or were linked from another page. The best feature here, is it gives you the words they used in a google search that brought up your page. Here are some keywords people used to discover my blog:

• hair cut desparate need of
  
• red buckets on heads (this person stayed on for 9 seconds)
  
• red head pale nylons
• chances of having red head children
• home made red head
• when in bed small spider on face
• barely evil red head name
• why red heads do not tan
  
• dream interpretation of red elephant
• mormon elder in love with red head
• ortho home defense max matress (they stay for 2 min 42 sec! take that bugs)

I'm not so sure how I feel about some of those labels, if I really need a hair cut that bad, or look like I have a bucket, or that I am "barely evil" but hey, at least they come and see!

Observation: Sign

This is a new structure in the middle of a three way street. The road was just fine before. Low-traffic, and never any problem. Someone got rather creative. Too creative. Apparently most people ignore the sign and drive wherever they want to.

My Favorite Birthday Presents

As many of you know, my birthday was not too long ago. I received thoughtful gifts from family and friends. One gift was bestowed by many. These were my favorite gifts of all.

The hugs.

I remember each one, and am eternally grateful.