My Month of #GivingThanks

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I have spent the last 30 Days #GivingThanks to those who have shown me kindness and to my Heavenly Father for the blessings he has given me.

I have been logging my experiences with the hashtag #GivingThanks on Instagram. While the microblogging has been a good way to share my experiences, there one  story I wanted to give more detail on and some follow-up. I’ll also share all the posts in case you missed any.

The Butterfinger Bar

My first act of my 30 Days of GivingThanks was a phone call to my Dad. I was eating some of the kids’ Halloween Candy and the taste of a Butterfinger just brought a wash of nostalgia over me. I was  very fortunate to have my Dad as my advisor during my Deacons and Teachers Quorum years. He would always say he was real big on instant gratification. If we brought our scriptures for five weeks in a row, he would give us King Size Snickers Bars.
We all had to do this in the Quorum, our motto was “All for one and one for all.” There was were often Sundays where we wouldn’t let each other in if we were unprepared. One Sunday we bared one boy who didn’t have his scriptures and the library was closed. He burst in Relief Society yelling to his Mom that he needed her scriptures because we were all counting on him.  The sensitive might see that as mean or bullying. We were a true Quorum and we were friends. We held each other accountable and when we saw we were failing, we would rise to the challenge!
We aren’t all active in the church anymore, but I had a recent conversation with one of my old Quorum members. He said that when he had kids, he might just come back to the Church so they could grow up and have leaders like Glenn Kerr.
I called my Dad at work and we had a 20-minute conversation where I sincerely thanked him for all he did for me and my friends. I look back on those experiences as some of my favorites of growing up, and it is where I really got to know my Dad. He said it was a please, it was like getting paid to have fun and The Lord was his boss. He said my call made his day!
When I got home from work the following afternoon there was a mysterious gift on my nightstand, a King Size Butterfinger Bar. I did what my Dad would want me to do. I froze it, crushed it, and then sprinkled it over ice cream. A Butterfinger never tasted so good!

What You Might Have Missed

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I have spent the last 30 Days #GivingThanks to those who have shown me kindness and to my Heavenly Father for the blessings he has given me.

I have been logging my experiences with the hashtag #GivingThanks on Instagram. While the microblogging has been a good way to share my experiences, there one  story I wanted to give more detail on and some follow-up. I’ll also share all the posts in case you missed any.

The Butterfinger Bar

My first act of my 30 Days of GivingThanks was a phone call to my Dad. I was eating some of the kids’ Halloween Candy and the taste of a Butterfinger just brought a wash of nostalgia over me. I was  very fortunate to have my Dad as my advisor during my Deacons and Teachers Quorum years. He would always say he was real big on instant gratification. If we brought our scriptures for five weeks in a row, he would give us King Size Snickers Bars.
We all had to do this in the Quorum, our motto was “All for one and one for all.” There was were often Sundays where we wouldn’t let each other in if we were unprepared. One Sunday we bared one boy who didn’t have his scriptures and the library was closed. He burst in Relief Society yelling to his Mom that he needed her scriptures because we were all counting on him.  The sensitive might see that as mean or bullying. We were a true Quorum and we were friends. We held each other accountable and when we saw we were failing, we would rise to the challenge!
We aren’t all active in the church anymore, but I had a recent conversation with one of my old Quorum members. He said that when he had kids, he might just come back to the Church so they could grow up and have leaders like Glenn Kerr.
I called my Dad at work and we had a 20-minute conversation where I sincerely thanked him for all he did for me and my friends. I look back on those experiences as some of my favorites of growing up, and it is where I really got to know my Dad. He said it was a please, it was like getting paid to have fun and The Lord was his boss. He said my call made his day!
When I got home from work the following afternoon there was a mysterious gift on my nightstand, a King Size Butterfinger Bar. I did what my Dad would want me to do. I froze it, crushed it, and then sprinkled it over ice cream. A Butterfinger never tasted so good!

What You Might Have Missed

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By |2015-11-26T21:45:42-07:00November 26th, 2015|Commentary|0 Comments

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