It has been a good Thanksgiving break. I was able to make to nice preparations for Thanksgiving Wednesday afternoon and evening. It think it was the first time in my life I felt this prepared for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving came and the turkey roasted as people started to arrive. Missy and Brian and Jessica and Merynne came first. They brought Brian's brother Paul, who was visiting with them. Missy helped me with some lasts minute cleaning, while Merynne made the traditional turkey favors and Jessica put stickers on the place cards. Dan and Danica arrived next. Benjamin came in and gave everyone a hug including Paul, who he didn't know. Then Sou arrived and began helping. She brought fresh Asian persimmons for us to try. They are a mild tasting fruit that reminds me of a cross between apples and mangoes. Missy mixed up the green bean casserole and then Kevin and Melany came with their children just as the food was ready to serve. We sat down to eat with each child sitting by an adult to help them. I had given everyone a copy of the words "Come Ye Thankful People Come". I asked that we sing it before we had the prayer. After the prayer I took a few minutes to tell why I had chosen the song. The music had been going through my mind all week. I started really thinking about the words and I read them in the hymn book. I realized a deeper meaning in the song than I had noticed before. This understanding began some months ago while reading the Book of Mormon. I read in Alma 26: 5-6, where Ammon, speaking of his converts, rejoiced that they would be gathered into the garners and not wasted. As I read those verses, I realized that was how I felt about my grandchildren. I didn't want them lost in the storms of life. Then a while later I was impressed to hear Elder Bednar quote that scripture in the April conference this year. In his address entitled "Honorably Holding a Name and a Standing in the Temple", he said that the garners referred to the temple. That gave me further understanding of this scripture. When I read the words to the hymn, "Come Ye Thankful People Come", I thought, the writer Henry Alford, understood what Elder Bednar taught. I wondered if he had been a member of the church. I decided to look up Henry Alford on line. I learned that he was a minister and a theologian that wrote many religious papers, but he was not a member of the church. I realized that someone who was a student of the bible could be given by the Holy Ghost some of the same understanding we have, though he had not received the Gospel as we know it. After sharing this with our family, I told them there was nothing I wanted more than to see our grandchildren in the temple.
We had a peaceful dinner and I think everyone enjoyed the meal. We had pumpkin and mincemeat pie for dessert after we did a bit of cleaning up. We played a game ,Kevin and Melany taught us, called Zonk. Later we watched a very nice movie Missy brought called "Season of the Heart." I rocked Nathan to sleep while I watched the movie. It was a good day.
Saturday was also a memorable day. Debbie called me Saturday morning to see if I had a service project her children could do. Deb was tending her nephew and the children were bored and restless. I told her Dad could use some help cleaning out the garden. He had not done very much because he had been extra busy lately. I felt a little concerned that they might not be very willing to do it, so I had a prayer before they came. When they arrived, I had them sit down and told them we would begin this service project with a prayer just as we do when we serve in the church cannery. James offered to pray and gave a nice prayer until the end, when he said, " And bless us that we won't get duped into doing something like this again by our mother." When he finished, I pleasantly told him that it wouldn't be enough to work hard but do it cheerfully and with delight. I gave each one them gloves and tools and an assignment and then I witnessed a miracle. For an hour and a half those boys and their cousin worked hard with a good attitude and little complaint. The hardest job was pulling some metal posts out of the ground. It took a lot of effort for them to do it, but I watched as each of them accompished it with real satifaction and a feeling of triumph! What a blessing work is. These boys just needed some hard meaningful work. Katherine and Deb worked hard raking up leaves in the yard and trimming back some dead leaves in my flower bed. When they were done, I believe everyone felt good about it and Dad was glad to have so much help with the garden.