So last night I had a dream that Tim came home a couple weeks early as a surprise. I was so excited, but at the same time, I was like, “But I’m going to pick you up in Paris!” I was kind of annoyed even though I was happy to have him home. Then, he was having a hard time adjusting back to non-mission life. I just sat there and thought, “Everyone’s being so unfeeling!” And then I, being just SO much better than everyone else at understanding readjusting returned missionaries, asked Tim if he wanted to study Preach My Gospel in French together. What a genius, right? lol I'm so cool in my dreams.
That was my delightful dream. I stayed home from work yesterday. I feel kind of like someone has overstuffed the area around my brain, and my head is about to explode. It’s lovely. Luckily I’m feeling much better today. My head still feels that way, but the throat and nose situation is much better :)
Last night there was a protest at the COB—people protesting President Packer’s “hate speech” aka his address in General Conference. Ironically, as I heard President Packer speak, I felt like he was coming off much more warmly than he normally does. But, as Liz’s Eric pointed out, “The wicked taketh the truth to be hard, for it cutteth them to the very center.” Noone likes being told that they’re not doing right. President Packer is taking a lot of heat for it, but I’m grateful to him for speaking out on such an unpopular subject that the church could easily have kept quiet on. And this is only going to get worse. Last days talk
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